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Men:    have you ever tried to figure them out? 
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Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue:	      how 'bout you? 
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Men are like shoes, 		made to confuse. 
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Yeah, there's so many of 'em, 	I don't know which ones to choose. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) 
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Oh, sing it to me 		 if you agree. 		(Yeah, yeah, yeah.)  
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There's the kind made for runnin',	The sneakers and the low down heels. (Whoa!) 
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The kind that will keep you on your toes,   And every girl knows how  
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Ouch, 		ah, sing it with me. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)    
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers, Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. 
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You've got slippers an' your zippers, Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind? 
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Some you wear in, an' some you wear out, Some you wanna leave behind.  
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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: 
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Men are like shoes. 
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Some make you feel ten feet tall, 	Some make you feel so small.  
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An' some you wanna leave 	out in the hall, 	 
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Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) 
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Ah, sing it with me, girls, 		ooh! (Yeah, yeah, yeah.) 
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You've got your kickers an' your ropers, Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find. 
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You've got slippers an' your zippers, Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind? 
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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. 
Some can polish up pretty good: 
Men are like shoes. 
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Its amazing what a little 		polish can do 
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Some clean up good, 		just like new. 
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Some you can't afford, 	some are real cheap. 
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Some are good for bummin' around on the beach.