[ Featuring Shania Twain ]
(But my boots don't)
Some hearts get bitter, some go numb
Some go to bed and they wake up drunk
Some get lonely and call they're exes up
Not me
Some hearts get even, some turn cold
Some hold on and they never let go
Some skip town like a traveling rodeo
But that ain't me, I don't do pity parties
My heart knows that you're gone, baby
But my boots don't
I know that you've done me wrong, baby
But my boots don't
They're gonna dance all night
Till everything's alright
My heart knows that you're gone, baby
But my boots don't
My boots, boots, boots, boots
My boots, boots, boots, boots
I love rocking out, talking 'bout the weekend
Working all week till I get to see them
My friends, we live for the floor, for sure
Ready, steady, kicking down the door
Heel toe, heel toe
Heal my heart, boots, ain't that what you're made for?
My heart knows that you're gone, baby
But my boots don't
I know that you've done me wrong, baby
So wrong
But my boots don't
They're gonna dance all night
Till everything's alright
My heart knows that you're gone, baby
But my boots don't
I'ma forget you in my cowgirls
Let loose in my Lucchese's
Ditch the blues in my blue suedes
Till I ain't thinking 'bout you, baby
Oh, my heart knows that you're gone, baby
My heart knows
But my boots don't
I know that you've done me wrong, baby
Baby, baby
But my boots don't
They're gonna dance all night
All night, all night
Till everything's alright
It's gonna be alright
My heart knows that you're gone, baby
My heart knows
But my boots don't
