Get your feet out of my shoes – The Boothill Foot-tappers
I've got time for looking out the window
I've got time for cooking me a stew
I've got time for polishing the doorstep, honey
But I ain't got time for you
When you come home drunk
You spit & you swear
You take my money but you don't take me nowhere
I'm tired of being held down
Tired of being used
Get your feet out of my shoes
Well we ain't spoke since we got the TV
We ain't been out since we got the car
We can't make love til you've started drinking
Don't know what's keeping me here
When all you do is
Come home drunk you spit & you swear
You take my body but it don't go nowhere
I'm tired of being held down
Tired of being yours
Get your hands out of my drawers
Lord I tried enough
Kept on hoping
Kept my fingers crossed
I've tried everything I know
Got a pretty face if you like that
Got a slim figure if you like that
Got a friend for company
A man to fix your car
I've even tried talking to the Lord, oh no!
Well I ain't gonna try no more
You can come home drunk, you spit & you swear
Touch my body & I'll touch you somewhere
Tired of being held down, tired of being used
Get your feet out of my shoes (repeat x2 more)

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