Boots – Daan – letras

a soul with no body, a shine with no boota shrine with a copy, a girl in the lootthe program, the plug in, the soap for the studa reason to give him some boots for the mudraspberry coat horse kept his mouth shuttoo smart to cash in before the floodi hope he found some guy to shine his bootsnow stay with the benders of twine selling maidsthe architect renders the fluffy estatessome days i wonder who will shine my bootscome shine my bootscome shine my bootscome shine my bootsand maybe i’ll shine yourssynergy polishing, energy demolishingthe biggest, the cruelest, the drunk with a notebookand an x-ray of his liver till the grass on his estateis to rourky proportions and they should endorse youor pick your crop, off course you, you cannot mention sourceswhilde denying all the forces that upgrade their moralsand sing in fine corals that they are the pupils, the full grown tulipsthat smell like black roses say thank you for the dosesand offer to shine your bootscowboys with cancer, please saddle upcome soothe my leather and silver my topi only wonder who will shine my bootscome shine my bootscome shine my bootscome shine my bootsand maybe i’ll shine yourscome shine my bootscome shine my bootscome shine my bootsand maybe i’ll shine yours