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