Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you tried to figure them out? Huh, me too, but I got no clue, how 'bout you? Men are shoes, made to confuse Yeah, there's so of 'em I don't know ones to choose Ah, sing it to me if you
the kind made for runnin' The sneakers and the low heels The kind that will keep you on toes And every girl knows how that Ouch, ah, sing it me
got your kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can find You've got slippers an' zippers grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, 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 girl can never too many of 'em
It's amazing what a little polish do Men are shoes
Some make you feel ten tall Some you feel so small An' some you wanna out in the hall Or make you feel kickin' the wall Ah, it with me, girls, ooh
got your kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' that you can never find got slippers an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you that kind?
Some you wear in, an' you wear out Some you wanna 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
Some can polish up good Ah, all men are like
amazing what a little polish will do Some clean up good, just new Some you afford, some are real cheap Some are for bummin' around on the beach
You've got your and your ropers Your everyday (Yeah, that you can never find) You've got your slippers and your Your grabbers an' grippers (And man, don't you that kind?)
got your kickers an' your ropers Your 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 kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you out Some you leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, 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 like