Workin' in a shoe shop, a lady come in, she said 'How much those boots in the window'
I said 'There nice boots those sweetheart, aren't they, they're nice, 300 dollars those bastards'
I said 'They look good runnin' up the backs o your legs baby'
She said 'No I don't have any money'
'Honey' I said, 'Well don’t look like you'll be wearin' the fucken boots does it?'
She said 'Oh' she said, 'I like those boots' she said
And I was thinkin' to me self well I don't know I thought. I thought the boss has gone to lunch I thought
I thought the boss has gone to lunch I thought oh steal from that prick I thought
I said 'Well I don't know baby I might be able to let you have those boots for a cuppla little sexual favours'
She said 'Oh' she said, 'I don't like sex'
I said 'I'll like it for the both of us, I'll fucken like it!'
So I gave her the boots and there I was out in the stockroom givin' her a bit of a porkin' there's bloody shoes goin' everywhere. Everything in a mess!
She was right, she didn't like sex and all of a sudden she went nuts. Her legs went up over me head, arse over fucken tit I went!
I said 'I thought you didn't like sex'
She said 'I don't I'm just tryin' on the boots'

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