Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to them 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 which to choose Ah, sing it to me if you
There's the kind made for The and the low down heels The kind that will you on your toes And every girl how that feels Ouch, ah, it with me
You've got your kickers an' your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find You've got slippers an' your Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that
Some you wear in, you wear out you wanna leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you 'em I guess it all depends on way you rub 'em But a girl can have too many 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 wanna 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 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 in, an' some you wear out Some you wanna leave Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you 'em I it all depends on which way you rub 'em But a girl can never too many of 'em
Some can polish up pretty Ah, all men are shoes
amazing what a little 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 kickers and your ropers Your loafers (Yeah, that you can never find) You've got slippers and your zippers grabbers an' your grippers (And man, you hate that kind?)
You've got your kickers an' ropers Your loafers, an' some that you can never find got slippers an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' you wear out Some you wanna leave you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em I guess it all on which way you rub 'em But a can never have too many of 'em
I ain't got for the flip-flop kind Men are like