Workin' in a shoe shop, a lady come in, she said 'How much those boots in the window'nI said 'There nice boots those sweetheart, aren't they, they're nice, 300 dollars those bastards'nI said 'They look good runnin' up the backs o your legs baby'nShe said 'No I don't have any money'n'Honey' I said, 'Well don’t look like you'll be wearin' the fucken boots does it?'nShe said 'Oh' she said, 'I like those boots' she saidnAnd I was thinkin' to me self well I don't know I thought. I thought the boss has gone to lunch I thoughtnI thought the boss has gone to lunch I thought oh steal from that prick I thoughtnI said 'Well I don't know baby I might be able to let you have those boots for a cuppla little sexual favours'nShe said 'Oh' she said, 'I don't like sex'nI said 'I'll like it for the both of us, I'll fucken like it!'nSo 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!nShe 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!nI said 'I thought you didn't like sex'nShe said 'I don't I'm just tryin' on the boots'