Beggaman Shoes - Ruff Neck HiFi, Small Axe & Mmaps Athletics

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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ah, sing it to me If you agree There's the kind made for runnin' 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) Ouch, ah, sing it with me 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. 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 Some can polish up pretty good... Ah, 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 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? 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 I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind... Men are like shoes!

I fly I soar This I Adore And then like a locomotive The sound of your sorrow comes I'm tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater I'd rather be alone You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers But pain will roll off like water on feathers You'd fly You'd soar But then like a locomotive The sound of your sorrow comes I'm tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater I'd rather be on my own You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers But pain will roll off like water on feathers I'm tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater I'd rather be alone You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers But pain will roll off like water on feathers

Tell us what you're gonna do tonight mama There must be someplace you can go In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama There must be someone you know God knows you're lookin' good enough But you're so smooth and the world's so rough You might have somethin' to lose Oh, no pretty mama What you gonna do in those shoes? Got those pretty little straps around your ankles Got those shiny little chains around your heart You got to have your independence But you don't know just where to start Desperation in the singles bars All those jerkoffs in their fancy cars You can't believe your reviews Oh, no you can't do that Once you started wearin' those shoes (Butt out) (Butt out) (Butt out) (Butt out) (Butt out butt out) They're lookin' at you leanin' on you (Butt out butt out) Tell you anything you want to hear (Butt out butt out) They give you tablets of love (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) They're waiting for you got to score you (Butt out butt out) Handy with a shovel and so sincere (Butt out butt out) Ooh... they got the kid glove (Butt out butt out) You just want someone to talk to They just wanna to get their hands on you You get whatever you choose Oh, no you can't do that Once you started wearin' those shoes Oh, no you can't do that Once you started wearin' those shoes (Butt out butt out) Umm (Butt out butt out) Shoot (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) Whoa-whoa (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) (Butt out)