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