É capaz de não sobrar nada

You keep saying you got something for me

Something you call love but confess

You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'

And now someone else is getting all your best

These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'

You keep losing when you oughta not bet

You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'

Now, what's right is right but you ain't been right yet

These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing

And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, hah

Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah

And what he knows you ain't had time to learn

These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Are you ready, boots?

Start walkin'

[«These Boots Are Made For Walkin'», Nancy Sinatra, numa reprodução de fraca qualidade, ou seja, fiel ao original.]