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