These boots

Solo – Poland

You keep saying
You’ve got something for me
Something you call love
And I call sex
You’ve been kissing
When you ought to be screwing
And now someone else
Can kiss your ass

These boots are made for walking
And that’s just what they’ll do
And one day these boot
Are gonna walk all over you

Solo – Poland

You keep lying
And there ain’t no believing
And you keep staying
When you ought to be leaving
Now what’s right is right
But you ain’t been right yet

Solo – Poland

You keep dressing ways
You shouldn’t be dressing
And you keep thinking that
You’ll never get burnt, ha!
I just found me
A brand-new box-spring mattress
What you know, bitch,
You’ve got a lot to learn

Are you ready, boots?

Solo – Poland

And you think I’m kidding, don’t ya?