Lyric Those Shoes

Tell us what you re gonna do tonight, momma
There must be some place you can go
In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama
There must be someone you know
God knows you re looking good enough,
But you re so smooth, and the world s so rough
You might have something 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 the jerkoffs in their fancy cars
You can t believe your reviews
Oh no, you can t do that
Once you ve started wearing those shoes

They re waving at you, leaning on you,
Tell you everything you wanna 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 gloves

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 ve started wearing those shoes
Oh no, you can t do that
Once you ve started wearing those shoes