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 
 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 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 wanna get their hands on you 
 You get whatever you choose 
 Oh, no, you can't do that, 
 Once you started wearin' those shoes.
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