I was five and he was sixWe rode on horses made of sticksHe wore
black and I wore whiteHe would always win the fight
He shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the groundBang bang, that awful soundBang bang,
my baby shot me down
GIRLS STRIKE BACK
THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING
You keep saying you've got something for meSomething you call
love, but confessYou've been messing where you shouldn't have been
messingAnd now someone else is getting all your bestThese boots are
made for walking, and that's just what they'll doOne of these days
these boots are gonna walk all over youYou keep lying when you
oughta be truthingAnd you keep losing when you oughta not betYou
keep saming when you oughta be changingNow what's right is right,
but you ain't been right yetThese boots are made for walking, and
that's just what they'll doOne of these days these boots are gonna
walk all over youYou keep playing where you couldn't be playingAnd
you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt. Ha!I just found me a
brand new box of matches, yeahAnd what he knows you ain't had time
to learn.These boots are made for walking, and that's just what
they'll doOne of these days these boots are gonna walk all over
youAre you ready boots?Start walking!
