Shoes - Frankie And His Fingers

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!

Oh, you're just not what we're like You're just not that so white You're just not born too rich And so I rebel wild You like to sow the wind I'll give you everything My anger fills the storm I'm devil in human form Yea (yea) that bitch likes to suck my blood Let this whole world break and flood What's the point to be all quiet? Let the table turn, is a riot Is a blasphemous shit inside You can run, but you can't hide (you can't hide) My blood will suffice your pride Let the upside world decide Oh, you're just not what we're like You're just not that so white You're just not born too rich And so I rebel wild You like to sow the wind I'll give you everything (I'll give you everything) My anger fills the storm (storm) I'm devil in human form Yea, lil' snitch gets carried away These kids, kids, kids, get paid Visionary, I'm so damn wild I'm a motherfucker, oh, so child This bitch likes to suck my blood I don't care my shoes in the mud Each step turns me antagonist Black cloud with fire in lungs Oh (oh) you like to sow the wind I'll give you everything My anger fills the storm (storm) I'm devil in human form I'll come back, back around I'll be that, oh, so child Is a nightmare what I like? I'll be that, oh, so child