Boys in Boots

I used to have a boyfriend you know the kind your mum would like Well I brought him these great R, M boots He said no there not my style So I dug my heals right in And I refused to cry He just stood there in his slip-ons as I kissed that boy goodbye Boys in boots Boys in boots When your stepping out there aint no substitue Oooooh that's what I like I like boys in boots Id like you to meet my new boyfriend he's from west of timber creek Where the boys are born in blundstones They wear them seven days a week Boys in boots Boys in boots When you're stepping out there aint no substitute Oooooh that's what I like I like boys in boots They wear them out in winter Those boys are countrified There living-loving legends they'll keep me satisfied Boys in boots Boys in boots When you're stepping out there aint no substitute Oooooh that's what I like Boys in boots Boys in boots When you're stepping out there aint no substitute Oooooh that's what I like I like boys in boots