Texty

We made a dinner stop at a burger shop The waitress was a goddess from the bottom to the top Tell me what you want, I mean you, boys, have gotta eat I couldn't read the menu, I was starin' at her feet I couldn't help thinkin' What a woman, what a pair (what a pair, what a pair) She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots, oh yeah "My name is Fancy," she said with a drawl "I left my number on the check just in case you wanna call" "You got room on that bus?" She whispered with a smile "Just the two of us, I'll make it worth your while" But I was still thinkin' What a woman, what a pair (what a pair, what a pair) She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots, oh yeah She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots, oh yeah "You must be in a band? I'll bet you see the world I wouldn't understand, I mean I'm just a country girl (woo) We're good on coffee, but the pie is gettin' low And I'm fresh out of innocence, just thought you'd like to know" She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots She got big boots, baby got boots She got big boots, oh yeah She got big boots, baby got boots She got great big boots, oh yeah, oh yeah Well, you know what they say about big boots
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Thomas J. Henriksen, Bob Ezrin, Ryan Roxie, Charles August Jr. Garric, Nita Strauss, G Sobel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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