Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to figure 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 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 kind that will you on your toes And girl knows how that feels Ouch, ah, sing it me
You've got your an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some you can never find You've got an' your zippers Your and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you in, some 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 can never have too many of 'em
It's amazing what a little will do Men are shoes
Some make you feel ten feet Some you feel 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' your 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 in, an' some 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 can never have too many of 'em
Some can polish up pretty Ah, all men are shoes
It's what a little polish will do clean up good, just like new Some you can't afford, are real cheap Some are for bummin' around on the beach
You've got kickers and your ropers Your everyday (Yeah, some that you can find) You've got your and your zippers grabbers an' your grippers (And man, you hate that kind?)
You've got your an' your ropers everyday 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
Some you wear in, an' you wear out Some you wanna behind Sometimes you 'em, sometimes 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 time for the kind Men are like