| You keep saying you got something for me
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| Something you call love, but I call sex
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| You’ve been kissing when you ought-to-be-a-screwing
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| And now someone else can kiss your a**
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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 been lying and there ain’t no believing
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| And you keep samin' when you ought to not bet
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| You been staying when you ought-to-be-a-leaving
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| Now whats 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 dressing ways you shouldn’t be dressing
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| And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burned, ha!
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| I just found me a brand new box spring matress
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| What you know, b****, you got a lot to learn
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| These boots are made for walking
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| That’s just what they’ll do
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| One of these days these boots
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| Are gonna stomp all over you
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| Yeah
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| Are you ready boots?
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| Are you ready boots?
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| Are you ready boots?
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| Start walking!
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| And you think I’m kidding, don’t ya?! |