Text: French Affair. These Boots Are Made for Walking.

You keep saying you've 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 are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
And one of these days
These boots are gonna walk all over you

Yes, yeah, come on

You keep lying when you oughta be truthing
And you keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep saming when you oughta be changing
Now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet

These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
And one of these days
These boots are gonna walk all over you

Yeah, come on

You keep playing where you shouldn't have been playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, ha
I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah
And what you know, you ain't had time to learn

These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
And one of these days
These boots are gonna walk all over you

Yeah, are you ready, boots?
Start walking