Steppin In Her I. Miller Shoes

Steppin' high in I. Miller shoes
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 She could've been anything that she wanted
 A cutie thing from her head down to her toes
 Instead she chose to be nothing
 So nothing flew from the East to the West Coast
 Became a fiend! She was a dancer
 Became a Harlet! She was a black Donna queen
 Music men wrote songs about her
 Some sad, some sweet, some said were very mean
 Rock music played loud and clear for her
 Rock music took her youth and left her very dry
 She was used and abused by many men
 I asked her get up
 I'd rather you don't tell me why
 Tell her!
 Tell her!
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 She could've been anything that she wanted
 She had bells from her head down to her toes
 Instead she choose to be nothing
 So nothing flew from the West back to the East Coast
 She rendered her services easily
 Because certian services were all she had to give
 And after the passing of a Savior
 She went and tried everything she could to stay here
 A dark mask used to hide her morning face
 A dark mask from her face upon her arms
 And when they told me that she had died
 They didn't have to tell me why or how she'd gone
 I knew!
 I knew!
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 She came to the jungle from Milwaukee
 A-steppin' high in her I. Miller Shoes
 She was steppin'! Oh, in her I. Miller Shoes
 
 She came to the jungle from Milwaukee
 A-steppin' low in her I. Miller Shoes
 She was steppin'! Oh, in her I. Miller shoes
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 She came to the jungle from Milwaukee
 She sat down in her I. Miller shoes
 She was steppin'! Oh, in her I. Miller shoes
 She was steppin'! Oh, in her I. Miller shoes
 Steppin'
 She was steppin'! Oh, in her I. Miller shoes
 She was steppin'
 Steppin'!