Emilie-Claire Barlow - These Boots Are Made for Walkin'



You keep saying
You got something for me
Something you call love
But confess
You've been messing
Where you shouldn't have been messing
And now someone else
Is getting all your best
These boots were made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
Well, you keep lying
When you ought to be truthing
And you keep losing
When you oughta hot bet
Oh, you keep saming
When you ought to be changing
Now what's right is right
And you ain't been right yet
These boots were made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk right over you
You keep playing
Where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking
That you'll never get burned - ha!
Well, I just found me
A brand new box of matches
And what he knows
You ain't had time to learn
These boots were made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
They're gonna walk right over you
Are you ready, boots?
Are you ready, boots?
Are you ready, boots?
Are you ready, boots?
Ooh, start walking!
You keep saying
You got something for me
Something you call love
But confess
Confessing you've been messing
Where you shouldn't have been a-messing
And now someone else
Is getting all your best
These boots were made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
They're gonna walk all over you
Are you ready, boots?
Are you ready, boots?
They're gonna walk right over you
(Scat)

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