Clean Boots
Neon lights and live guitar
Ima following you along where’re you are
I can’t believe that you exist, what
a lucky man I am to feel this.
From head to your toes,
you’re good for my soul, it’s true.
Jon Pardi, Head Over Boots from a distance,
I want you past, present, and future tense.
Come and swing with me girl,
Come be my whole world,
Let’s get a little sweaty, two-steps
flips, flourishes, and twirls.
Those boots were meant for walkin’,
No breaths meant for talking,
Cuz’ you know when you boogey and scoot,
I get anxious as a rattle in these clean boots.
Find me at the bar drinking,
contemplating thinking,
The girl in the white boots,
Now I’m drunk as a monarch in these clean boots.
And when I built up the courage to tell you hello,
Why you shuffled off the floor, and away you go’d.
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