did anyone ever hear a song thats starts of with the words shoes or something like that?

Answer 1

these boots are made for walking

Answer 2

Shoes By Shania Twain
Tell me about it.
Ooh!

Men...
Have you ever tried to figure 'em out?
Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue
How 'bout you?

Men are like shoes
A bit too confused
Yeah, there's so many of 'em
I don't know which ones to choose
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, sing it to me
If you agree
(yeah, yeah, yeah)


There's the kind made for runnin'
The sneakers and the low down heels
The kind that will keep you on your toes
And every girl knows how that feels
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ouch, ah sing it with me
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
You've got your kickers and your ropers
Your everyday loafers, and some that you can never find
You've got your slippers and your zippers
Your grabbers and your grippers
Man, don't ya hate that kind?
Some you wear in, some you wear out
Some you wanna leave behind
Sometimes you hate 'em
And sometimes you love 'em
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em
But a girl can never have too many of 'em

It's amazing what a little polish will do...
Men are like shoes.

Some make you feel ten feet tall (tall)
Some make you feel so small (so small)
Some you want to leave out in the hall (out in the hall)
Or make you feel like kicking the wall (like kicking the wall)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ah, sing it with me, girls
Ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mmm...

[Repeat Chorus]

Some can polish up pretty good...
Ah, men are like shoes.

[Instrumental]

It's amazing what a little polish will do
Some clean up good, just like new
Some you can't afford, some are real cheap
Some are good for bummin' around on the beach
(You've got your kickers and your ropers)
(Your everyday loafers)
Yeah some that you can never find
(You've got your slippers and your zippers)
(Your grabbers and your grippers)
And man, don't ya hate that kind?

[Repeat Chorus}

I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...
Men are like shoes!

Answer 3

Artist: Shania Twain Lyrics
Song: Shoes Lyrics
Tell me 'bout it.
Ooh!

Men: have you ever tried to figure them out?
Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue: how 'bout you?
Men are like shoes, made to confuse.
Yeah, there's so many of 'em,
I don't know which ones to choose. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Ah, sing it to me if you agree. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

There's the kind made for runnin',
The sneakers and the low down heels. (Whoa!)
The kind that will keep you on your toes,
And every girl knows how that feels. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.)
Ouch, ah, sing it with me. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
You've got slippers an' your zippers,
Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
It's amazing what a little polish'll do:
Men are like shoes.

Some make you feel ten feet tall, (Tall.)
Some make you feel so small. (So small.)
An' some you wanna leave out in the hall,
Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
You've got slippers an' your zippers,
Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
Some can polish up pretty good:
Ah, men are like shoes.

It's amazing what a little polish will do,
Some clean up good, just like new.
Some you can't afford, some are real cheap.
Some are good for bummin' around on the beach.

(You've got your kickers and your ropers,)
(Your everyday loafers,)
Yeah, some that you can never find.
(You've got your slippers and your zippers,)
(Your grabbers an' your grippers.)
And man, don't ya hate that kind?

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
You've got slippers an' your zippers,
Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
Sometimes you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em,
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...
Men are like shoes.

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