| You keep saying
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| You got something for me
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| Something you call love
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| But confess
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| You’ve been a messer
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| Where you shouldn’t have been a messing
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| And now someone else is getting
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| 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
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| When you ought to be truthing
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| And you keep losing
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| When you ought a not bad
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| You keep sameing that
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| When you ought to be a changing
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| Now, what’s right is right
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| 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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| Im the girl with the good boys who dont mean you no harm
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| This gotten way with hazzard county charm
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| There ain’t no crime in havin' a little fun
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| Swerve my stride
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| Bat my sexy eyes
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| Where my boots at (haha)
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| Strut ya stuff come on
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| You keep playing
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| Where you shouldn’t be playing
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| And you keep thinking
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| That you’ll never get burned
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| Hah!
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| I’ve just found me
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| A grand new box of matches
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| And what he knows
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| You ain’t have 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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| So start walking |