Shania Twain — Shoes
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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, made to confuse
Yeah, there’s so many of ’em
I don’t know which ones to choose
Ah, sing it to me if you agree
There’s the kind made for running
The sneakers and the low down heels
The kind that will keep you on your toes
And every girl knows how that feels (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Oh)
Ouch, ah, sing it with me
Ya 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 you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an’ some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind
Sometimes you hate ’em, an’ 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
An’ 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 Ya 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 you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an’ some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind
Sometimes you hate ’em, an’ 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
Some can polish up pretty good
Ah, all men are like shoes It’s amazing what a little polish will do
Some clean up good, just like new
Some you can’t afford, some are real cheap
Some are good for bumming around on the beach
Ya 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 you hate that kind?
Ya 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
An’ man, don’t you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an’ some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind Sometimes you hate ’em, an’ 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
I ain’t got time for the flip-flop kind
Men are like shoes
