Boots - Daan

A soul with no body, a shine with no boota shrine with a copy, a girl in the

loot

The program, the plug in, the soap for the stud

A reason to give him some boots for the mud

Raspberry coat horse kept his mouth shut

Too smart to cash in before the flood

I hope he found some guy to shine his boots

Now stay with the benders of twine selling maids

The architect renders the fluffy estates

Some days I wonder who will shine my boots

Come shine my boots

Come shine my boots

Come shine my boots

And maybe I’ll shine yours

Synergy polishing, energy demolishing

The biggest, the cruelest, the drunk with a notebook

And an x-ray of his liver till the grass on his estate

Is to rourky proportions and they should endorse you

Or pick your crop, off course you, you cannot mention sources

Whilde denying all the forces that upgrade their morals

And sing in fine corals that they are the pupils, the full grown tulips

That smell like black roses say thank you for the doses

And offer to shine your boots

Cowboys with cancer, please saddle up

Come soothe my leather and silver my top

I only wonder who will shine my boots

Come shine my boots

Come shine my boots

Come shine my boots

And maybe I’ll shine yours

Come shine my boots

Come shine my boots

Come shine my boots

And maybe I’ll shine yours