Tell me it Ooh
Men, have you ever tried to figure 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 ones to Ah, it to me if you agree
There's the made for runnin' The sneakers and the low down The kind will keep you on your toes And girl knows 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 an' your zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate kind?
you wear in, some you wear out Some you leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you 'em I guess it all on which way you rub 'em But a can never have too many of 'em
amazing what a little polish will do Men are like
Some make you ten feet tall make you feel so small An' you wanna leave out in the hall Or make you feel kickin' the wall Ah, it with me, girls, ooh
You've got kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never You've got slippers an' your Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, you hate that kind?
you wear in, an' 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
can polish up pretty good Ah, all men are shoes
amazing what a little polish will do Some up good, just like new Some you can't afford, some are real Some are good for around on the beach
got your kickers and your ropers Your loafers (Yeah, that you can never find) got your slippers and your zippers Your grabbers an' your (And man, you hate that kind?)
You've got kickers an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never You've got slippers an' zippers Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that
you wear in, an' some you wear out Some you wanna leave Sometimes you 'em, sometimes you love 'em I it all depends on which way you rub 'em But a girl can never have too of 'em
I ain't got time for the kind Men are like