Yeah Moon Boots, Gatsby Call me baby, anytime I'm all yours I'll be there in a hot minute Pay you a visit, no limit I'll be all in it in a hot minute Can you feel it? No limit Do you need love? Prepare for my love For my touch It's a rush Prepare to take it off To erupt Never too much Prepare for my love For my touch It's a rush Prepare to take it off To erupt I'll come in a hot minute Pay you a visit, no limit I'll be all in it in a hot minute Can you feel it? No limit Do you need love? Hot minute Pay you a visit, no limit I'll be all in it in a hot minute Can you feel it? No limit Do you need love? (Ohh) (Need love, love) Picking up the pieces of your love If you need me call me up If you need me Do you need love? Picking up the pieces of your love If you need me call me up If you need me Do you need love? Picking up the pieces of your love If you need me call me up If you need me Do you need love? Picking up the pieces of your love If you need me call me up If you need me Do you need love? Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, do you need love? Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, do you need love? Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, do you need love? Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot (love, love) Hot minute Pay you a visit, no limit I'll be all in it in a hot minute Can you feel it? No limit Do you need love? Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot (Anytime, I got you) Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot (Do you need love?) Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot (Boots, I told you) Hot, hot, hot, hot (I needed this)

Did you really think, I'd just forgive and forget, no After catching you with her Your blood should run cold, so cold You, you two-timing, cheap-lying, wannabe You're a fool, if you thought that I'd just let this go I see red, red, oh red A gun to your head, head, to your head Now all I see is red, red, red Did you really just say, she didn't mean anything, oh I'll remember those words, when I come for your soul, your soul Know that you, you dug your own grave, now lie in it You're so cruel, but revenge is a dish best served cold I see red, red, oh red A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red Now all I see is Run, hide Oh, you're so done Oh, better sleep with one eye open tonight I see red, red, oh red, oh A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red Now all I see is red, red

I have boys in every country code Just a rollin' stoner on a roll I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns Always leave before the cowboy comes Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots Never thought about that wifey life Wedding bells just made me wanna die But when you grab me and you spin me 'round You really screw my head up upside-down Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots If you can't handle these claws, you don't get this kitty Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops, ah When I'm wearing, when I'm wearing, baby, nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots

If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.