Lyrics:
My little girlWon't you come with meCome with meAnd tell me Is there something to doI'm going crazy with boredomCome with meTell meGrey sky over a black townI can feel depression All aroundYou've got your leather boots onI can't stand another drinkIt's surprising this townDoesn't sinkYou've got your leather boots onYour pretty dress is oil stainedFrom working too hardFor too littleYou've got your leather boots onYou're feeling the boredom tooI'd gladly go with youI'd put your leather boots onI'd put your pretty dress on