Bottom Of Your Boots

Your boots by the bed, my head on your shoulder
I′m thinking it’s love and I′m thinking it sober
Boy, if your heart’s a revolving door
Yeah, that’s alright but I′m looking for more, yeah

If you′re gonna love me, lay it on the table
Tell me how you really feel, give it a label
If you’re gonna hold me, don′t just hold me all night
Better hold me like you wanna hold me for the rest of your life
If you’re gonna love me, better love me to the moon and back
From the bottom of your boots to the top of your hat

Blame it on you, not on some bourbon
The things that you′re saying behind closed curtains
Go on and leave me ‘fore it really hurts
If you don′t mean it with those three words

If you’re gonna love me, lay it on the table
Tell me how you really feel, give it a label
If you’re gonna hold me, don′t just hold me all night
Better hold me like you wanna hold me for the rest of your life
If you′re gonna love me, better love me to the moon and back
From the bottom of your boots to the top of your hat

Ooh-ooh, oh, I’m fallin′, fallin’, fallin′ fast for
You, oh, darlin’, darlin′, darlin’

If you’re gonna love me, lay it on the table
Tell me how you really feel, give it a label
If you′re gonna hold me, don′t just hold me all night
Better hold me like you wanna hold me for the rest of your life
If you’re gonna love me, better love me to the moon and back
From the bottom of your boots to the top of your hat

The bottom of your boots to the top of your hat
Yeah, babe, just like that