Shoes Shania Twain

[Intro]
Tell me about it
Ooh!

[Verse 1]
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
Ah, sing it to me if you agree
There's the kind made for running
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)
(Oh) Ouch, ah, sing it with me

[Chorus]
Ya 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 you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out
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