Boots Lyrics

I got Nikes for the gym, Tevas for the beach
A couple pair of dusties that I'm really tryna keep
I might as well burn 'em in a fire as high as the moon, yeah

I'm talkin' high-top, flip-flop, pair of camouflage Crocs
Old-school checkered Vans, closed-toed Birkenstock
End of the day, you know I gotta go to my go-tos, yeah

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, ya'll, I can't lose
Whoa, no, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes
Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

She like me better in
Snip toe, square toe, snakeskin
Toffee caiman belly coming up to my shin
Leather on the bottom, lizard on the toe
Old, brown goat color of a dirt road

Chocolate Lucchese, full-quill Tecova
Any of those or my daddy's old Ropers

And my baby likes me better in boots
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, ya'll, I can't lose
Whoa, no, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in designer shoes
'Cause my-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots

Boots
Boots
Boots

She do, she do, yeah, she do

Never know when my baby wanna go dancing
So you know I always staying prepared
Somewhere in the backseat of my old Chevy
I always got a couple of extra pairs

'Cause my baby likes me better in boots
My, my
When I get to slippin' in 'em with some denim, ya'll, I can't lose
Whoa, no, wouldn't be caught dead two-steppin' in no Golden Goose
Because my-y-y-y baby likes me better in, my-y-y-y baby likes me better in
My-y-y-y baby likes me better in boots, oh