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