Shoes

I am not going to apologize for having a healthy sex life!
Tell me 'bout it

Have you ever tried to figure me out?
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
Oh, sing it to me if you agree
There's the kind made for runnin'
The sneakers and the low down heels
The kind that'll keep you on your toes
Every girl knows how that feels
Ouch! Sing it with me

You got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers
And some that you can never find
You got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
And man, don't you hate that kind?

Some you wear in 'em
Some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind

Sometimes you hate 'em
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 wanna leave out in the hall
Make you feel like a kick in the wall
Ooh, sing it with me, girls

You got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers
And some that you can never find
You got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
And man, don't you hate that kind?

Some you wear in 'em
Some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind

Sometimes you hate 'em
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
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 got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers
And some that you can never find
You got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
And man, don't you hate that kind?

You got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers
And some that you can never find
You got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
And man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in 'em
Some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind

Sometimes you hate 'em
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