Toes

Only heaven knows Where this is going to go But have you ever stopped long enough To take a look at your toes The ones on the right The ones on the left How over time They all look so different While some seem smashed Or is that smooshed Either way that you say Look at the way that they look They do love to be free Fresh air makes them wiggle And when touched have the need To laugh out loud giggle Yet one look at my toes Shows they're bent out of shape If they had tongues to talk Who knows what they would say With a tuft of hair in each center Punk rock piggies at their best I decide as an after thought To paint each Mohawk red Told you only heaven knows Where this was going to go When I stopped for just a minute To look at my toes