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.
