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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shania Twain
Lead Vocals
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Harmony Vocals
Brent Mason
Lead Guitar
Dann Huff
Guitar
David Hungate
Double Bass
Joe Spivey
Fiddle
John Jarvis
Piano
John Hughey
Pedal Steel Guitar
Paul Leim
Drums
Terry McMillan
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shania Twain
Songwriter
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Producer
Ron "Snake" Reynolds
Engineer
Craig White
Assistant Engineer
Lynn Peterzell
Mixing Engineer
Simon Pressey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Tankersly
Engineer
Lee Groitzsch
Engineer
Nick Keca
Engineer
Robert Charles
Assistant Engineer
Warren Peterson
Engineer
Wayne Morgan
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Whose bed have your boots been under?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
Don't look so lonely
Don't act so blue
I know I'm not the only
Girl you run to
I know about Lolita
Your little Spanish flame
I've seen you around with Rita
The redhead down the lane
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
I heard you've been sneakin'
Around with Jill
And what about that weekend
With Beverly Hill
And I've seen you walkin'
With long legs Louise
And you weren't just talkin'
Last night with Denise
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder,baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
Come on boots...
So next time you're lonely
Don't call on me
Try the operator
Maybe she'll be free
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
I wanna know whose bed, baby
Whoa baby, tell me
Whose bed, yes I wanna know
You better start talkin'
Or you better start walkin'...
Writer(s): Robert John Lange, Shania Twain
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