Mon pied sent pour toujours

Oh! You caught me! Returning your wife's shoes, don't worry, I'm returning them, not taking them. Believe me, you should be able to tell the difference, one whiff and you'll be able to tell that I've had a LONG day in these shoes. Don't believe me, oh you do believe me? Well why don't you have a smell anyways, hmm? In fact, I borrow a lot of your wife's things, her shoes, her lingerie. Do you ever go through her things, sniffing them, breathing her in? You're breathing me in too, you know, breathing in my scent mixed with hers. Every time you smell her, you're smelling a little bit of me too. As soon as I leave, I'll bet you're going to go through and smell everything, just for the smallest trace of me, aren't you? I have you hooked. You're mine now, obsessed with these feet forever.