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