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