Boots Songtext
von Saint Michel
Boots Songtext
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Sing this song
Come around
Think about it
I Think about it
Sing this song
And just come around
Think about it
Think about it
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Sing this song
Come around
Think about it
I Think about it
Sing this song
And just come around
Think about it
Think about it
There was some massive talking
My boots are made for walking
There was some massive talking
My boots are made for walking
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Sing this song
Come around
Think about it
I Think about it
Sing this song
And just come around
Think about it
Think about it
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Damn it!
I gotta drop it
There is nothing wrong,
But the screaming of a soul
And the killing of my lovers
All my lovers
There is nothing wrong with care a love and die
Sing this song
Come around
Think about it
I Think about it
Sing this song
And just come around
Think about it
Think about it
There was some massive talking
My boots are made for walking
There was some massive talking
My boots are made for walking
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