I used to only look at a mans shoes
Shallow and fickle were my views

Didn’t care about his news
or what books he perused

He had to wear a decent pair
or I’d walk away with a toss of my hair

They didn’t have to have a label
just polished and smart got under my table

I don’t understand it now
its personality these days that makes me go wow

I look into their eyes and smile
that’s what will make me stay a while

If their kind, gentle and smart
me and them will never part

I no longer confuse
friendship with shoes