Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to figure 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 which ones to 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 knows how feels Ouch, ah, it with me
You've got kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some you can never find got slippers an' your zippers Your and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, you wear 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 never too many of 'em
It's amazing what a little polish do Men are shoes
Some make you feel ten tall Some make you so small An' you wanna leave out in the hall Or make you feel like the wall Ah, sing it me, girls, ooh
You've got your kickers an' ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can find You've got an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you that kind?
Some you wear in, an' you wear out Some you leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, an' 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 like
It's amazing what a little will do Some clean up good, like new Some you can't afford, are real cheap Some are good for around on the beach
You've got your kickers and your everyday loafers (Yeah, that you can never find) You've got your slippers and zippers Your grabbers an' grippers (And man, don't you that kind?)
You've got your an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' that you can never find You've got slippers an' your Your and your 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, you love 'em I guess it all on which way you rub 'em But a girl can have too many of 'em
I ain't got for the flip-flop kind Men are like