[She's feeling like she's on cloud nine, funny and in love and capable of anything. They're in '67 and things really feel like they're going to be perfect. so she sings. Maybe he knows the song, Nancy Sinatra seems like she'd be someone he'd at least enjoy looking at. These boots are made for walking is sung in between laughs, as she pretends to walk with attitude toward him on the bed.
Of course, she has to change the words a little. It wouldn't be fun if she kept it exactly the same.]
One of these days, these heels are gonna stomp all over you.
[As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she loses it. She's halfway up on the bed, one knee up as she leans forward to steal a kiss. She winds up falling into the bed beside him, rolling onto her back as she laughs it off. Once her laughter dies down, she turns her head to look over at him.
They always have so much fun on their nights out. But tonight's been really great too, just by getting to be ridiculous together in their stolen room.]
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Of course, she has to change the words a little. It wouldn't be fun if she kept it exactly the same.]
One of these days, these heels are gonna stomp all over you.
[As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she loses it. She's halfway up on the bed, one knee up as she leans forward to steal a kiss. She winds up falling into the bed beside him, rolling onto her back as she laughs it off. Once her laughter dies down, she turns her head to look over at him.
They always have so much fun on their nights out. But tonight's been really great too, just by getting to be ridiculous together in their stolen room.]