Tell me 'bout it.
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Ooh!
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Men: have you ever tried to figure them out?
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Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue: how 'bout you?
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Men are like shoes, made to confuse.
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Yeah, there's so many of 'em,
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I don't know which ones to choose. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
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Ah, sing it to me if you agree. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
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There's the kind made for runnin',
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The sneakers and the low down heels. (Whoa!)
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The kind that will keep you on your toes,
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And every girl knows how that feels. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.)
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Ouch, ah, sing it with me. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
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Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
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You've got slippers an' your zippers,
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Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
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Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
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Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
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Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,
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I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
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But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
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It's amazing what a little polish'll do:
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Men are like shoes.
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Some make you feel ten feet tall, (Tall.)
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Some make you feel so small. (So small.)
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An' some you wanna leave out in the hall,
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Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
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Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
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Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
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You've got slippers an' your zippers,
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Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
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Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
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Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
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Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,
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I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
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But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
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Some can polish up pretty good:
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Ah, men are like shoes.
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It's amazing what a little polish will do,
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Some clean up good, just like new.
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Some you can't afford, some are real cheap.
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Some are good for bummin' around on the beach.
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(You've got your kickers and your ropers,)
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(Your everyday loafers,)
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Yeah, some that you can never find.
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(You've got your slippers and your zippers,)
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(Your grabbers an' your grippers.)
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And man, don't ya hate that kind?
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
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Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
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You've got slippers an' your zippers,
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Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
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Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
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Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
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Sometimes you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em,
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I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
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But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
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I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...
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Men are like shoes.
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Shoes
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| Shania Twain |
