Hey oh, she's wearing those boots again
Knee high matte black leather with short tapered heels
Got me thinking some mighty salacious thoughts
Got me thinking about some mischievous sin
She knows how to walk in 'em, knows what appeals
Lord, I'm at her mercy, my tongues tied up in knots
Losing all control my heads in a violent tailspin
That little black dress teases with what little it conceals
Bartender forget that beer I'm going to need a couple of shots
Something wicked strong, maybe straight whiskey or gin
I've heard some good beats but nothing compares to her wheels
Sends a hard shock right through me, I'm talking gigawatts
It's a legato rhythm, smooth and steady, gets under my skin
I'm not complaining I truly love the way this feels
Sends me to the moon with all those spaced out astronauts
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