| You keep saying
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| You’ve got something for me
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| Something you call love
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| But confess
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| You’ve messing
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| Where you shouldn’t have been messing
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| Now someone else is getting all of 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 are gonna walk all over you
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| You keep lying
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| When you outta be truthing
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| You keep losing
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| When you outta not bet
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| You keep saming
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| When you outta be changing
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| 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 are gonna walk all over you
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| You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
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| You keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt
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| I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches
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| And what it 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 are gonna walk all over you
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| Are you ready, boots?
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| Start walking |