Black Boots Lyrics
Leather jacket girl
Jet black hair
Addicted to the contrast
In the air
She don’t need no player two
She’s so good at solitaire
But I’m dying to get somewhere
Make a move
Die young
I’ll be running red lights
Til you treat me like your type
Black boots, and nylon
Use me up until I’m gone
Cat eyes, razor sharp
I shouldn’t touch the edge
But I think I need to learn the hard way instead
I try to keep it alive
But I don’t know how to
I’m trying to keep my cool
Make a move
Die young
I’ll be running red lights
Til you treat me like your type
Black boots
And nylon
Use me up
Use me up until I’m gone
Make a move
Die young
I’ll be running red lights
Til you treat me like your type
Black boots
And nylon
Use me up
Use me up until I’m gone