Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to figure out? Huh, me too, but I got no clue, how 'bout you? Men are like shoes, to confuse Yeah, there's so of 'em I don't which ones to choose Ah, sing it to me if you
the kind made for runnin' The sneakers and the low heels The kind that will you on your toes And every knows how that feels Ouch, ah, it with me
You've got kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never You've got an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, you hate that kind?
Some you in, some you wear out Some you leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, an' you love 'em I guess it all depends on way you rub 'em But a girl can never too many of 'em
It's amazing a little polish will do Men are shoes
Some make you ten feet tall Some make you feel so An' you wanna leave out in the hall Or make you feel kickin' the wall Ah, it with me, girls, ooh
You've got your kickers an' your Your everyday loafers, an' that you can never find You've got slippers an' your Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that
Some you wear in, an' some you out Some you leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, an' you love 'em I guess it all on which way you rub 'em But a girl can have too many of 'em
can polish up pretty good Ah, all men are like
It's what a little polish will do Some clean up good, like new you can't afford, some are real cheap Some are good for bummin' on the beach
You've got your and your ropers Your loafers (Yeah, that you can never find) You've got your slippers and zippers Your grabbers an' your (And man, don't you hate kind?)
You've got your kickers an' ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never got slippers an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, you hate that kind?
Some you in, an' some you wear out Some you wanna leave you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em I guess it all depends on way you rub 'em But a girl can never too many of 'em
I ain't got time for the kind Men are shoes