Tell us what you're gonna do tonight to 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 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 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.

Oh, no, you can't do that

Once you started wearin' those shoes.