Shoes - Shania Twain

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