Tell us what you're 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, you're lookin' good enough, But you're so smooth and the world's 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 don't know just where to start.
Desperation in the singles bars An' all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars. You can't believe your reviews.
Oh, no, you can't do that, Once you started wearin' those shoes
They're lookin' at you, leanin' on you Tell you anything you want to hear They give you tablets of love They're 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 can't do that, Once you started wearin' those shoes.
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