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