Cherry Red Boots

I saw you walking down a summer-side country lane
Straight out of fields of wheat and grain
In through the tail of my uptown train

Came your white-laced cherry red knee-high boots

I recall it was a blue-gray winter's day
When the skies opened up to rain
Dragging a silver chain

Came your white-laced cherry red knee-high boots
They were very red, cherry red knee-high boots

No square-heeled steel-toed skinhead cop
Is gonna cut you down once you make the top
All the other girls are dying to know
(Where in the world did you get those?)

They're not the corner store or pornographic plastic kind
They're the kind with a neon shine
And a heel like a roll of dimes

Was your white-laced cherry red knee-high boots
They were very red, cherry red knee-high boots

All the other girls are dying to know
All the other girls are dying to know
(Where in the world did you get those?)

Came your white-laced cherry red knee-high boots
They were very red, cherry red knee-high boots