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