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