Tell me it Ooh
Men, you ever tried to figure them out? Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue, how 'bout Men are like shoes, made to Yeah, so many of 'em I don't know which to choose Ah, sing it to me if you
the kind made for runnin' The sneakers and the low down The that will keep you on your toes And girl knows how that feels Ouch, ah, sing it me
You've got your an' your ropers Your everyday loafers, an' 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, some you out Some you wanna leave Sometimes you '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
It's what a little polish will do Men are like
Some make you ten feet 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 your kickers an' your everyday loafers, an' some that 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, an' some 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 girl can never too many of 'em
Some can up pretty good Ah, all men are like
amazing what a little polish will do Some clean up good, like new Some you can't afford, some are real Some are good for bummin' around on the
You've got your and your ropers everyday loafers (Yeah, some that you can find) You've got slippers and your zippers Your grabbers an' grippers (And man, you hate that kind?)
You've got your kickers an' ropers everyday loafers, an' some that 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' some you out you wanna leave behind Sometimes you hate 'em, 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 for the flip-flop kind Men are shoes