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 lose You can't believe your reviews
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 got to have your independence But you don't know just where to start
Desperation in the singles bars An' all those jerk-offs in their fancy cars I've still got the world of the blues 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 Oh, 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 You can't believe your reviews
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 Shoes!