You keep saying you got something for me
Some things you call love, but I call sex
You´ve been kissing when you ought-a-be-a
Screwing and now someone else can kiss your ass
These boots are made for walking
That´s just what they´ll do
And one of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you

You keep lying and there ain´t no believing
And you keep same´n when you ought-a-be-a leaving
Now what´s right is right but you ain´t been right yet
These boots...

You´ve keep dressing ways you shouldn´t be dressing
And you keep thinking that you´ll never get burned ha!
I just found me a brand new box spring mattress
What you know bitch you got a lot to learn
These boots... are you ready boots

And you think I´m kidding, dont´ya?!