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) (Butt out) (Butt out) (Butt out) (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 (Butt out butt out) (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 (Butt out butt out) 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 (Butt out butt out) Shoot (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) Whoa-whoa (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) (Butt out butt out) (Butt out)