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