| Lyrics: | Tell us what you 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
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 you
heart
You got to have your independence
But you don't know just where to
start
Desperation in the singles bar
All those jerk-offs in their fancy cars
You
can't believe your reviews
Oh no, you can't do that
Once you've started wearin' those
shoes
They're lookin' at you, leanin' on you
Tell you anything you wanna
hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waitin' for you, got to score
you
Handy with the shovel and so sincere
Ooooo, 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 wearin' those shoes
Oh no,
you can't do that
Once you've started wearin' those shoes |
