Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to figure out? Huh, me too, but I got no clue, how 'bout you? 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 made for The sneakers and the low heels The kind that keep you on your toes And every girl knows how feels Ouch, ah, it with me
You've got your kickers an' 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?
you wear in, some you wear out Some you 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 what a little polish will do Men are like
Some make you feel ten feet Some you feel so small An' some you wanna out in the hall Or you feel like kickin' the wall Ah, it with me, girls, ooh
You've got your kickers an' ropers everyday 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' you wear out Some you leave behind Sometimes you '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
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 can't afford, some are real Some are good for bummin' on the beach
You've got your kickers and your 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?)
got your kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some 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, sometimes you love 'em I it all depends on which way you rub 'em But a girl can have too many of 'em
I ain't got time for the kind Men are shoes