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I got a size two pair of boots I ain't ever gonna sell them and that's the truth They ain't for walking around this town on the ground Special kind of shoes the best I've found Well they're kinda small, there's a reason for that They go with a jacket and an itty bitty hat "Cause my boy's on his way and I can tell you for sure He'll be driving girls wild by the time he's four "Cause he'll rock like Elvis and sing like Jones Born to be wild and bad to the bone He'll have his mama's good looks, his daddy's keen eye There ain't a bull alive he won't be able to ride Well it happened like this without a word of a lie One night while I was singing a lullaby I had him in my name when I noticed that curl That's when I realised my boy was a girl Well she fits them boots, she looks real smart That sweet little girl has stolen my heart She's got her mama's good looks and you know What that means I'll be guarding the door 'til she's thirty-three From Letras Mania