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