Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you tried to figure them out? Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue, how you? Men are shoes, made 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 sneakers and the low heels The kind that will keep you on toes And every girl how that feels Ouch, ah, it with me
got your kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some you can never find You've got slippers an' zippers Your and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
you wear in, some you wear out Some you leave behind you hate '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 polish will do Men are like
Some you feel ten feet tall Some make you feel so An' some you leave out in the hall Or make you like kickin' 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 and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you in, an' some you wear out Some you wanna 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
Some can polish up good Ah, all men are like
amazing what a little polish will do Some clean up good, just new you can't afford, some are real cheap Some are good for bummin' around on the
You've got your kickers and ropers Your everyday (Yeah, that you can never find) You've got your slippers and zippers Your grabbers an' your (And man, don't you hate kind?)
You've got your kickers an' your Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never got slippers an' your zippers Your and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you in, an' some you wear out Some you wanna leave you hate '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 flip-flop Men are shoes