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