With every step, she owns the room,
Sicko, her presence makes the air consume.
The curve of her foot, the way it sways,
Sicko, I can't help but watch for days.

Her toes curl, a soft, quiet plea,
Sicko, every movement is poetry to me.
The arch of her feet, it’s all I can see,
Sicko, each step draws me deeper, endlessly.

I follow her every motion with care,
Sicko, it's like she’s the only one there.
In the way she moves, so effortless, free,
Sicko, she’s all I can ever need to be.

Her feet, they captivate, a perfect line,
Sicko, in her steps, I lose track of time.
It’s more than attraction, it’s something that’s grown,
Sicko, she’s a fever I’ve always known.