Those Shoes
Tell us what youre 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, youre lookin good enough,
But youre so smooth and the worlds so rough.
You might have somethin to loose.
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 go to have your independence
But you dont know just where to start.
Desperation in the singles bars
An all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars.
You cant believe your reviews.
Oh, no, you cant do that,
Once you started wearin those shoes
Theyre lookin at you, leanin on you
Tell you anything you want to hear
They give you tablets of love
Theyre waiting for you
Got to score you
Handy with a shovel and so sincere
Ooh, they got the kid glove
You just want someone to talk to
They just wanna get their hands on you
You get whatever you choose
Oh, no, you cant do that,
Once you started wearin those shoes. |
