Tell us what you're gonna do tonight, mama.
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There must be someplace you can go
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In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama,
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there must be someone you know.
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God knows, you're lookin' good enough,
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but you're so smooth and the world's so rough.
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You might have somethin' to loose.
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Oh, no, pretty mama, what you gonna
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do in those shoes?
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Got those pretty little straps around your ankles
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Got those shiny little chains around your heart.
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You go to have your independence
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but you don't know just where to start.
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Desperation in the singles bars
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an' all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars.
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you can't believe your reviews.
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Oh, no, you can't do that,
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once you started wearin' those shoes
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They're lookin' at you, leanin' on you
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Tell you anything you want to hear
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They give you tablets of love
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They're waiting for you
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got to score you
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handy with a shovel and so sincere
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Ooh, they got the kid glove
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You just want someone to talk to
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They just wanna get their hands on you
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You get whatever you choose
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Oh, no, you can't do that,
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Once you started wearin' those shoes.
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Those Shoes
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| The Eagles |
