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