Those Shoes
Tell us what you're gonna do tonight, momma
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 lose
Oh no, pretty momma, what you gonna do in those shoes
Got those pretty little straps around your ankles
Got those shiny little chains around your heart
You got to have your independence
But you don't know just where to start
Desperation in the singles bars
And all those jerk offs 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 want to get their hands on you
You get whatever you choose
Oh no, you can't do that once you started wearin' those shoes
Oh no, you can't do that once you started wearin' those shoes