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 A bit too confused 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 road 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 Chorus: 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.. (Repeat Chorus) Some can polish up pretty good... Ah, men are like shoes.. (Instrumental) It's amazing what a little polish can 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? (Repeat Chorus) I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind... Men are like shoes