Come closer, my darlings, let me show you how it's done, A woman doesn't chase the room, she makes the room her own. Now slip into those stilettos, let your confidence arise, But don't go rushing forward, there's an art to hypnotize. I place each step with purpose, every movement soft and sweet, For elegance is deadly when you master both your feet! Verse 2 Now listen very closely, there's a secret to my stride, I touch the floor with my heel, then let my foot roll and glide. I transfer all my body weight with patience and control, No pounding, dear, no stomping, let precision be your goal. Heel first, then roll forward, let the movement flow, A graceful little entrance is an art you ought to know! Verse 3 Keep your core engaged, my loves, don't lean too far ahead, Keep your ankles in alignment, let your balance guide each tread. Don't lock your knees or rush your feet, let confidence unfold, Your weight must shift with purpose, never careless, never bold. Take smaller steps if needed, let stability be king, For even in my highest heels, I never lose my spring! Verse 4 Now darling, stop that marching, we're not soldiers on parade, I want a smooth and fluid walk, not footsteps being made. Keep your steps controlled and narrow, let your legs move with finesse, Point your toes with intention, let your movements do the rest. I don't attack the pavement, I persuade it as I go, The secret isn't walking fast, it's mastering the flow! Verse 5 Now practice with me slowly, start with heels that feel just right, Don't climb into nine-inch dreams before you've built your might. Walk forward, walk backward, practice turning with control, Build strength into your ankles, let your confidence take hold. And if your balance falters, darling, pause and start anew, A queen knows when to slow it down; there's nothing left to prove! Verse 6 Now watch me cross this ballroom, every step a masterpiece, My heel placement is flawless, my movements bring you peace. I never chase attention, I don't beg to steal the show, I place my heels with purpose, then I let my presence grow. Now say it with me, darlings, let this lesson take its hold: HEEL, ROLL, TRANSFER, GLIDE — that's how a strut unfolds! [Final Repeating Hook – Morticia Whispers] Heel, roll, transfer, glide... Darling, let your heels decide. Slow and steady, smooth and fine, Every single step divine. Heel, roll, transfer, glide... Now THAT'S how you walk with pride!
