My little girl
Won’t you come with me
Come with me
Tell me
Is there something to do
I’m going crazy with boredom
Come with me
Tell me
Grey sky over black town
I can feel depression
All around
You’ve got your leather boots on
I can’t stand another drink
It’s surprising this town
Doesn’t sink
You’ve got your leather boots on
Your pretty dress is oil stained
From working too hard
Or too little
You’ve got you’re leather boots on
You’re feeling the boredom too
I’d gladly go with you
I’d put leather boots on
I’d put your pretty dress on
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