Hello and good morning, Miss Grey
Have you seen the new shoes on display?
There's plimsolls for walking, kneeboots and stockings
And black mary-janes for croquet
So please try a shoe on, Miss Grey
Your ankles are trim and petite
The curve of your heel is a treat
Your foot looks so nice in the Brannock device
Like angel-food cake on a tray
As I kneel down before you, Miss Grey
In my room, I've built her a shrine:
Broken laces that she left behind
A sock and some suede, some drawings I've made
And a cast made of papier-mâché
Then I bend and give each foot a kiss
No, nothing is better than this
The sign says we're closed, but the [?] of your toes
Informs me you're willing to stay
So please try a shoe on, Miss Grey
Oh, please try a shoe on, Miss Grey