SHOES

Tell me about it...

Ooh!

Men.

Have you ever tried to figure them out?

Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue

How 'bout you?

Men are like shoes

A bit too confused

Yeah, there's so many of 'em

I don't know which ones to choose

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ah, sing it to me

If you agree

There's the kind made for runnin'

The sneakers and the road down heels

The kind that will keep you on your toes

And every girl knows how that feels

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ouch, ah, sing it with me

Chorus:

You've got your kickers and your ropers

Your everyday loafers, some that you can never find

You've got your slippers and your zippers

Your grabbers and your grippers

Man, don't ya hate that kind?

Some you wear in, some you wear out

Some you wanna leave behind

Sometimes you hate 'em

And sometimes you love 'em

I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em

But a girl can never have too many of 'em

It's amazing what a little polish will do...

Men are like shoes...

Some make you feel ten feet tall

Some make you feel so small

Some you want to leave out in the hall

Or make you feel like kicking the wall

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ah, sing it with me, girls

Ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mmm..

(Repeat Chorus)

Some can polish up pretty good...

Ah, men are like shoes..

(Instrumental)

It's amazing what a little polish can do

Some clean up good, just like new

Some you can't afford, some are real cheap

Some are good for bummin' around on the beach

You've got your kickers and your ropers

Your everyday loafers, yeah some that you can never find

You've got your slippers and your zippers

Your grabbers and your grippers

And man, don't ya hate that kind?

(Repeat Chorus)

I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...

Men are like shoes