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