Those Shoes

Tell us what you're gon-na do to-night, ma-ma There must be some-place you can go In the mi-ddle of the tall drinks and the dra-ma there must be some-one you know God knows, you're look-in' good e-nough but you're so smooth and the world's so rough You might have some-thin' to lo-ose Oh, n-o--, pret-ty ma-ma, what you gon-na do in those shoe-s-? Got those pretty little straps around your ankles Got those shiny little chains around your heart. You go to have your independence but you don't know just where to start. Desperation in the singles bars an' all those jerkoffs in their fancy cars. you can't believe your reviews. Oh, no, you can't do that, once you started wearin' those shoes They're look-in' at you, lean-in' on you Tell you an-y-thing you want to he-a-r They give you tab-lets of lo-ve- They're wait-ing for you got to score you hand-y with a sho-vel and so sin-ce-re Ooh, 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 Oh, no, you can't do that, Once you started wearin' those shoes.