My little girl

won't you come with me

come with me

tell me



Is there something to do



I'm going crazy with boredom

come with me

tell me



Grey sky over a black town

I can feel depression

all around

you've got your leather boots on



I can't stand another drink

it's surprising this town

doesn't sink

you've got your leather boots on



Your pretty dress is oil stained

from working too hard

for too little

you've got your leather boots on



You're feeling the boredom too

I'd gladly go with you

I'd put your leather boots on

I'd put your pretty dress on