Dirty Boots - Sonic Youth

Come up to my room No matter the weather Drop the window shade And take off your sweater You are all I need To make me feel better Let your hair hang down And give me that leather Come on Put a record on And your dirty white boots, come on You know you turn me on In your dirty white boots, come on We're gonna get it on In your dirty white boots, come on Come on, come on You know these games we play They give me such pleasure The girls in magazines Cannot even measure There's nothing you won't do I don't have the pressure Take your knickers down And give me that treasure Come on Put a record on And your dirty white boots, come on You know you turn me on In your dirty white boots, come on We're gonna get it on In your dirty white boots, come on Come on, come on Girl I need you right here next to me You're the one that brings me ecstasy Girl I need your love in every day You're the only one who could make me stay Come on Put a record on And your dirty white boots, come on You know you turn me on In your dirty white boots, come on We're gonna get it on In your dirty white boots, come on Come on, yeah Come on Put a record on And your dirty white boots, come on You know you turn me on In your dirty white boots, come on We're gonna get it on In your dirty white boots, come on Come on, come on Yeah!

I have boys in every country code Just a rollin' stoner on a roll I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns Always leave before the cowboy comes Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots Never thought about that wifey life Wedding bells just made me wanna die But when you grab me and you spin me 'round You really screw my head up upside-down Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots If you can't handle these claws, you don't get this kitty Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops, ah When I'm wearing, when I'm wearing, baby, nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots

If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.