So us toes have a lingering question
Why are we always honorable mention
It is high time we command front row seat attention
We're sick and tired of nosebleed seat suppression
We've had it up to our toenails with shoe and sock detention
Take another look at us and give us some affection
Take a close look at us; we are pinky perfection
We're meant to be bare; we don't need no clothes
If you take good care of us, we come out smelling like a rose
Put the engagement ring on us when you propose
Point your camera at us and take some photos
Listen to our toe logic and stop the rejection
Who knows, you might even find your own personal redemption