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Boots

 

Boots


Come on, come on, come on

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

People keep on talking, honey, I just smile
They say I'll never make it but I've been here for a while
They don't ever bring me down, I'm here on solid ground
I'll never fall, I'm walking tall as long as I'm around

Strutting through the crowd, the music's blaring loud
Haters can hate but it's too late, I'm the queen of this town

Come on, tonight
I'm daring you to walk a mile in my boots
Bring it on, just try
I bet you couldn't even strap 'em up on right
You've got your little friends, I hear 'em talking
But talking ain't the same as walking a mile in my boots
So come on

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

Harley, Frye, or cowboy boots, it's all the same
If you rock 'em with an attitude, you'll get your way
Got leather studded heels, I'm wearing what I feel
I'm riding fast, ain't looking back, don't need a set of wheels

Got my girls, we're stepping out, don't try to bring us down
Haters can hate but it's too late, we're the queens of this town

Come on, tonight
I'm daring you to walk a mile in my boots
Bring it on, just try
I bet you couldn't even strap 'em up on right
You've got your little friends, I hear 'em talking
But talking ain't the same as walking a mile in my boots
So come on

I'm little but I'm loud, you're gonna hear me now
Got my girls, got my boots that were made for walking all over you
Oh, oh, yeah

Stepping through the crowd, the music's blaring loud
Haters can hate but it's too late, we're the queens of this town, yeah

Come on, tonight
I'm daring you to walk a mile in my boots
Bring it on, just try
I bet you couldn't even strap 'em up on right
Yeah, you've got your little friends, I hear 'em talking
But talking ain't the same as walking a mile in my boots
So come on
Come on, yeah
Instead of looking
Come on
Oh
Come on

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