NANCY SINATRA
These Boots Are Made For Walking
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Somethin' Stupid |
THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING
17/02/1966 - 4 weeks at #1 - 14 weeks on chart
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't have been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Yeah
You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
And you keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
Now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (Ha)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (Yeah)
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Are you ready, boots
Start walkin'
SOMETHIN' STUPID vs FRANK SINATRA
13/04/1967 - 2 weeks at #1 - 18 weeks on chart
I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like I love you
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like I love you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Frank Sinatra