| You keep saying you got something for me
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| Something you call love, but confess
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| You’ve been messing where you shouldn’t have been messing
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| And now someone else is getting all your best
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| These boots are made for walking
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| And that’s just what they’ll do
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| One of these days these boots
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| Are gonna walk all over you
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| Yeah
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| You keep lying when you ought to be truthing
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| You keep losing when you ought to not bet
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| You keep saming when you ought to be changing
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| What’s right is right, but you ain’t been right yet
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| These boots are made for walking
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| And that’s just what they’ll do
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| One of these days these boots
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| Are gonna walk all over you
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| You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
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| And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt, hah
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| Well, I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah
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| And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
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| These boots are made for walking
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| And that’s just what they’ll do
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| One of these days these boots
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| Are gonna walk all over you
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| Are you ready, boots?
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| Start walking |