Those Shoes

Tell us what you're gonna do tonight mama

There must be someplace you can go

In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama

There must be someone you know

God knows you're lookin' good enough

But you're so smooth and the world's so rough

You might have somethin' to lose

Oh, no pretty mama

What you gonna do in those shoes?

Got those pretty little straps around your ankles

Got those shiny little chains around your heart

You got to have your independence

But you don't know just where to start

Desperation in the singles bars

All those jerkoffs in their fancy cars

You can't believe your reviews

Oh, no you can't do that

Once you started wearin' those shoes

(Butt out)

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(Butt out butt out) They're lookin' at you leanin' on you

(Butt out butt out) Tell you anything you want to hear

(Butt out butt out) They give you tablets of love

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(Butt out butt out) They're waiting for you got to score you

(Butt out butt out) Handy with a shovel and so sincere

(Butt out butt out) Ooh... they got the kid glove

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You just want someone to talk to

They just wanna to get their hands on you

You get whatever you choose

Oh, no you can't do that

Once you started wearin' those shoes

Oh, no you can't do that

Once you started wearin' those shoes

(Butt out butt out)

Umm

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Shoot

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Whoa-whoa

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