Shania Twain - Shoes lyrics

Tell me about it Men, have you ever tried to figure 'em 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 running The sneakers and the low down heels The kind that'll keep you on your toes And every girl knows how that feels (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ouch, ah, sing it with me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, 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 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'll do Men are like shoes Some make you feel ten feet tall Some make you feel so small And some y'wanna 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 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 Man, don't ya hate that kind? Some you wear in, and 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 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 bumming around on the beach (You got your kickers and your ropers) (Your everyday loafers) Yeah, some that you can never find (You got your slippers and your zippers) (Your grabbers and your grippers) And man, don't ya 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 Man, don't ya hate that kind? Some you wear in, and 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