Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to 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 don't know which ones to Ah, it to me if you agree
There's the kind for runnin' The sneakers and the low heels The kind that will you on your toes And every girl how that feels Ouch, ah, sing it me
You've got 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
Some you wear in, some you 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
It's amazing what a little polish do Men are shoes
Some make you feel ten tall Some make you feel so An' some you leave out in the hall Or make you feel like the wall Ah, sing it me, girls, ooh
got your kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some you can never find got slippers an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you out Some you leave behind Sometimes you 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em I it all depends on which way you rub 'em But a can never have too many of 'em
can polish up pretty good Ah, all men are like
It's amazing what a little will do Some clean up good, just new Some you afford, some are real cheap Some are good for around on the beach
You've got your kickers and your Your loafers (Yeah, some you can never find) You've got your and your zippers grabbers an' your grippers (And man, don't you that kind?)
got your kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' 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 wear in, an' some you out Some you wanna leave Sometimes you hate 'em, sometimes you 'em I guess it all on which way you rub 'em But a can never have too many of 'em
I ain't got time for the kind Men are like