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Tell me 'bout it |
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Ooh |
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Men, have you ever tried to figure them out? |
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Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue, how 'bout you? |
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Men are like shoes, made to confuse |
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Yeah, there's so many of 'em |
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I don't know which ones to choose |
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Ah, sing it to me if you agree |
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There's the kind made for runnin' |
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The sneakers and the low down heels |
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The kind that will keep you on your toes |
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And every girl knows how that feels |
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Ouch, ah, sing it with me |
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers |
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Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find |
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You've got slippers an' your zippers |
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Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind? |
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Some you wear in, some you wear out |
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Some you wanna leave behind |
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Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em |
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I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em |
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But a girl can never have too many of 'em |
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It's amazing what a little polish will do |
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Men are like shoes |
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Some make you feel ten feet tall |
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Some make you feel so small |
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An' some you wanna leave out in the hall |
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Or make you feel like kickin' the wall |
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Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh |
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers |
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Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find |
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You've got slippers an' your zippers |
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Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind? |
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Some you wear in, an' some you wear out |
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Some you wanna leave behind |
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Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em |
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I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em |
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But a girl can never have too many of 'em |
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Some can polish up pretty good |
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Ah, all men are like shoes |
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It's amazing what a little polish will do |
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Some clean up good, just like new |
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Some you can't afford, some are real cheap |
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Some are good for bummin' around on the beach |
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You've got your kickers and your ropers |
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Your everyday loafers |
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(Yeah, some that you can never find) |
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You've got your slippers and your zippers |
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Your grabbers an' your grippers |
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(And man, don't you hate that kind?) |
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers |
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Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find |
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You've got slippers an' your zippers |
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Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind? |
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Some you wear in, an' some you wear out |
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Some you wanna leave behind |
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Sometimes you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em |
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I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em |
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But a girl can never have too many of 'em |
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I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind |
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Men are like shoes |
