Song | Shoes |
Artist | Brook Benton |
Album | The Platinum Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Shania Twain - shoes | |
Tell me 'bout 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. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) | |
There's the kind made for runnin', | |
The sneakers and the low down heels. (Whoa!) | |
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. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) | |
You've got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You've got slippers an' 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. (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'll do: | |
Men are like shoes. | |
Some make you feel ten feet tall, (Tall.) | |
Some make you feel so small. (So small.) | |
An' some you wanna leave out in the hall, | |
Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) | |
Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) | |
You've got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You've got slippers an' 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. (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, 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 an' your grippers.) | |
And man, don't ya hate that kind? | |
You've got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You've got slippers an' 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. (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 | |
谢谢收听!!! |
Shania Twain shoes | |
Tell me ' bout 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. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
There' s the kind made for runnin', | |
The sneakers and the low down heels. Whoa! | |
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. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
You' ve got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You' ve got slippers an' 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. 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' ll do: | |
Men are like shoes. | |
Some make you feel ten feet tall, Tall. | |
Some make you feel so small. So small. | |
An' some you wanna leave out in the hall, | |
Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
You' ve got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You' ve got slippers an' 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. 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, 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 an' your grippers. | |
And man, don' t ya hate that kind? | |
You' ve got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You' ve got slippers an' 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. 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 flipflop kind... | |
Men are like shoes | |
xie xie shou ting!!! |
Shania Twain shoes | |
Tell me ' bout 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. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
There' s the kind made for runnin', | |
The sneakers and the low down heels. Whoa! | |
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. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
You' ve got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You' ve got slippers an' 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. 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' ll do: | |
Men are like shoes. | |
Some make you feel ten feet tall, Tall. | |
Some make you feel so small. So small. | |
An' some you wanna leave out in the hall, | |
Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
You' ve got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You' ve got slippers an' 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. 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, 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 an' your grippers. | |
And man, don' t ya hate that kind? | |
You' ve got your kickers an' your ropers, | |
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. | |
You' ve got slippers an' 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. 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 flipflop kind... | |
Men are like shoes | |
xiè xiè shōu tīng!!! |