Pamela Means - Black Boots lyrics

Black boots Right angles Well that's all she remembers Standing in her sundress Naked underneath Tangled up in his fist In twisted fantasies Black boots right angles Well that's all i remember And a little red dress Up above the tavern Hold me up over his head Don't you tell what he did Don't you tell They said call him uncle well Now he's dead Underneath the table With a bullet in his heart On a sunday morning