My little girl, won't you come with me?
Come with me, and tell me,
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Is there something to do?
Is there something to do?
Is there something to do?
Is there something to do?
I'm going crazy with boredom
Come with me
And tell me
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Grey sky over a black town
I can feel depression all around
You've got your leather boots on
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I can't stand another drink
It's surprising this town doesn't sink
You've got your leather boots on
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Your pretty dress is oil stained
From working too hard for too little
You've got your leather boots on
chorus
You're feeling the boredom too
I'd gladly go with you
I'd put your leather boots on
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I'd put your pretty dress on
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