Maria De Medeiros - These Boots Are Made For Walkin' Lyrics
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These Boots Are Made For Walkin'
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What Are The Lyrics For These Boots Are Made For Walkin' By Maria De Medeiros?
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin' You keep losing when you oughta not bet You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin' 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 One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt,hah Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah And what he knows you ain't have time to learn These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Are you ready, boots? Start walkin' |
Who Wrote These Boots Are Made For Walkin' By Maria De Medeiros?
Lee Hazlewood
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What's The Duration Of The These Boots Are Made For Walkin' By Maria De Medeiros?The duration of These Boots Are Made For Walkin' is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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