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These Boots Are Made For Walking - Nancy Sinatra
You keep saying you've got something for me And something you call love but confess ha You been a'messing where you shoudn't a' been messing Yeh, and now someone else is a getting all you beat
These boots are made for walkin' And that just what they'll do one of these days These boots are gonna walk all over upi Are you ready boots start walkin'
( reflain ) You keep lieing when you ought to be toughin And you keep losing when you ought to not bed ha. You keep saming when you ought to be changing Yeh, now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet
You keep playing where you sloudn't be playing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burneed ha, I just found me a brend new box of matches Yeh. and what he knows you ain't had time to learn
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