Verse:
There's only one way for this to say,
She's got the magic to heal all the scentless,
Just wait till she takes off her shoes get away,
If you're getting to close you won't make it through the day.
Chorus:
Her job is worth telling,
If you only know what she's selling,
She makes a pretty good living,
Selling sweat absorbing soles, I don't get it.