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 cunt
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!