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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
There's the kind made for runnin'
The sneakers and the low down heels (oh)
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh
You've got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers, and 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 (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