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