You keep saying you've got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been messin where you shoudh't been a messin And no someone else is getting all your best These boots are made for walking And tha't just what they'll do One of these days these boots Are gonna walk all over you You keep lying when you ought be thuth in And you keep losing whe you ought a not the bet You keep samen when you ought a be changin Now what's rights is right but you ain't been right yet You keep playing where you shoudn't be playing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt Ah I just found me a brand new box of matches yeh And what he knows you ain't had time to learn