Cowboy Boots

He's here and he's taken, but borrowing
Not cut for intellect, just arguing
Through lust and sin
You let the devil in

Betrayed

"Babe, cut the shit
I am yours
Can we talk?"
Said the man
On his way
To betray his maid

And in cowboy boots
You took her youth

Betrayed

"Babe, cut the shit
I am yours
Can we talk?"
Said the man
On his way
To betray his maid

What do you think, darling, should I hate him?
You don't even know him
No, that's true, but I don't know, there's just something about him
Something round the eyes
I don't know
Reminds me of me



Credits
Writer(s): Aston Weekes, Fergus Holmes, Luca Tempone-robledo, Sam Blackett
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