| Ah, you keep saying you’ve got something for me
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| Something you call love but confess
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| You’ve been a-messing where
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| You shouldn’t of be messing
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| And now someone else is getting all your best
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| Ya, these boots they’re made for walking
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| That’s just what they’re gonna do
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| Now one of these days these boots are
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| Gonna walk all over you
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| You keep lying when you ought to be truth-en
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| And you keep losing when you ought not bet
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| You keep saming when you ought-a be changing
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| Now what is right is right
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| But you ain’t been right yet
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| Ya, these boots they’re made for walking
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| Babe, that’s just what they’re gonna do
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| One of these days these boots are
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| Gonna walk all over you
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| Ah, you keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
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| You keep thinking that you’ll never get burned
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| Ha, but I just found me a brand new box of matches
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| And what she knows you ain’t had time to learn
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| You see, these boots they’re made for walking
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| And that’s just what they’re gonna do
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| One of these days these boots are
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| Gonna walk all over you
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| Get 'em boots |