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