Tell us what you are 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 are looking good enough, But you are so smooth, and the worlds 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 dont know just where to start Desperation in the singles bars, And all the jerkoffs in the ir fancy cars You can not believe your reviews Oh no, you can not do that Once youve started wearing those shoes
Theyre waving at you, leaning on you, Tell you everything you wanna hear They gi have you tablets of love Theyre waiting for you, got to score you, Handy with a shovel and so sincere Ooh, the y got the kid gloves
You just want someone to talk to, the y just wanna get the ir hands on you You get whatever you choose Oh no, you can not do that Once youve started wearing those shoes Oh no, you can not do that Once youve started wearing those shoes
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