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SVS Foot Fetish Cabaret

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by Pbil S Stein on Tbursday, September ŶŶ, ŶŴŵŵ at 9:ŵŻam
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come see the footsie play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
FootFetish Cabaret.

Stop just with texting, webcaming some goon.
Time for some feet today.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
FootFetish Cabaret.

Come taste the wine,
Come meet a man.
Come blow his feet, start celebrating,
Right this way, your footjob's waiting

No use permitting some feeling of doom
Deny your footsie ways.
Come hear the music and play,
Life is a Cabaret, FootFetish Cabaret!

! used to have a footfriend,
known as Kelsie,
Whose feet were sought
By half the men in Chelsea

He wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
He did feet every hour.
The day he died the neighbors
came to snicker:
"Well, thats what comes
from to much socks and liquor."

But when ! saw him laid out like a Queen
He was the happiest... corpse...
!'d ever seen.

! think of Kelsie to this very day.
!'d remember how'd he turn to me and say:

"What good is texting alone in your room?
Come rip off your socks and play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
A FootFetish Cabaret."

And as for me, and as for me,
! made my mind up back in Chelsea,
When ! go,
!'m going like Kelsie.

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
!sn't that long a stay.
Life is Foot Cabaret, old chum,
Only Foot Cabaret, old chum,
And ! love FootFetish Cabaret!