You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love, but I call sex
You've been kissing when you ought-a-be-a
Screwing and now someone else can
Kiss your ass
These boots are made for walking
That's just what they'll do
And one of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
You keep lying and there ain't no believing
And you keep stayin' when you ought-a-be-a leaving
Now what's right is right but you ain't been
Right yet
These Boots...
You keep dressin' ways you shouldn't
Be dressing
And you keep thinking that you'll never
Get burned Ha!
I just found me a brand new Box Spring
Mattress
What you know bitch you got a lot ta learn
These boots... are you ready boots
And you think I'm kiddin', Don'tchya!
