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| HER RED BOOTS ©2010 (Meyer/Olsson/Nyman/Andersson) No pretty white dress she comes in jeans and a worn out shirt 
No bleached hair with a small dog in a Gucci purseCity guys watching as she sways through the door Her feet barely touched the floor Her red boots They're made for dancin' Her red boots Like a bullet to my soul When she moves Gets hotter than a pistol when she shoots Now all I ever think of is that woman In her red temptation boots She's the kind of girl mama' often warned me about But she’s the kind of trouble it's so hard to live without Maybe this love thing makes me crazy makes me wild But she left with a vision in my mind Her red boots They're made for dancin' Her red boots Like a bullet to my soul When she moves Throws me like a lasso 'round the moon Now all I ever think of is that woman In her red temptation boots Her red boots They're made for dancin' Her red boots Like a bullet to my soul When she moves Gets hotter than a pistol when she shoots Now all I ever think of is that woman In her red remptation boots Her red boots They're made for dancin' Her red boots Like a bullet to my soul When she moves Gets hotter than a pistol when she shoots Now all I ever think of is that woman Now all I ever think of is my woman In her red remptation boots
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