Those Shoes

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 loose.
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 go to have your independence
But you don’t know just where to start.

Desperation in the singles bars
And all those jerk offs 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 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
Ooh, they got the kid glove

You just want someone to talk to
They just want to get their hands on you
You get whatever you choose
Oh, no, you can’t do that,
Once you started wearin’ those shoes.