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