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