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