Boots (feat. Rick Bossom)

It's late, it's late, a quarter to three I text, I text, just to see where you'll be It's sex, it's sex, do you want it with me? And then, and then, I walk in the room And you, and you, you look at my shoes They say, they say, that I'm here to play I need, I need, your body on mine So why? So why? You takin' your time? Need you I'm in the mood You know Just what to do... So no, so no, you are not to stop And please, yes please, fly me to the top These boots, these boots, are not made to walk These hips, these hips, have been missing your c*** So fly, so fly, fly me to the moon And do, and do, that thing that you do I am, I am, coming undone These boots, these boots, are here to have fun! Need you I'm in the mood You know Just what to do... I hike my skirt, you make your move So lick my boots and I'll lick you No need to talk, not here to stay As daylight breaks, I walk away And now, and now, I bid you adieu And you, and you, just don't know what to do With me, with me, stars in your eyes Goodbye, Goodbye, I'll see you next time For now, for now, watch me walk away And yes, and yes, I'll be back to play These boots, these boots, keep them on your mind I'll wear, I'll wear, something different next time! These boots, these boots, These boots, these boots! I wear them to befuddle you It takes no effort on my part I just walk in and then we start Need you… I'm in the mood You know just what to do… I'm in the mood - cuz I'm wearing boots And I'm wearing boots - cuz I'm in the mood! Need you… I'm in the mood You know! Just what to do!