Steppin In Her I. Miller Shoes - Betty Davis

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 friend!

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 easily!

Because certain 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