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