Steppin' high in I. Miller shoes!

She could've been anything that she wanted!

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!

He'll tell her why.

Tell her!

Tell her!!



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 eaisly!

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!!



She came to the jungle from Milwaukee!

Steppin' high in her I. Miller Shoes!

She was steppin'! Oh in her I. Miller Shoes.



She came to the jungle from Milwaukee!

Steppin' low in her I. Miller Shoes!

She was steppin'! Oh in her I. Miller shoes.



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.

Fades.