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