Well hey there, y'all! Now I was raised proper - yes ma'am, no sir, mind your manners and all that. But sometimes a Texas girl's gotta kick off those Sunday shoes and put on her dancing boots! This here's about the night I stopped being a wallflower and started being a wildflower! Y'all ready to dance? Always sat up in the church pew straight Never stayed out past half past eight Daddy said "sugar, you're sweet as pie" But I had fire burning deep inside Watched all the rebels from across the room While I stayed home on a Saturday June But that old jukebox was calling my name Time to quit playing the good girl game Got my boots made for dancing, not for sitting still Got my heart made for chances, gonna chase that thrill Tired of being precious like some china doll Got my boots made for dancing, gonna risk it all You were trouble in your Wranglers tight Cowboy hat tilted just right Every mama in town said "stay away" But honey, that just made me want to play So I walked right up to where you stood Said "darlin', let's be up to no good" Took your hand and pulled you to the floor Ain't the same sweet girl I was before Mama always said "good things come to those who wait" But waiting's overrated when you're feeling great Now I know what I was missing all those quiet nights Sometimes wrong feels so damn right Got my boots made for dancing, and I'm dancing now Got my heart made for chances, and I'm taking vows To quit being precious like some china doll Got my boots made for dancing, y'all Yeah, I'm dancing, y'all Well, I reckon sometimes you gotta break your own rules to find out who you really are. And these boots? They were definitely made for dancing!
