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