A vida quotidiana de uma jovem rapariga, simples, maluca e alucinada... e ainda por cima MÁ COMO AS COBRAS!!!
You keep saying you've got something for me.something you call love, but confess.You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'and now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll doone of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playinand you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt.Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeahand what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.
Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
Por vezes o Amor é a imperdoável sensação do desalento
These boots were made for walking...
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