Tell us what you're going 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 looking good enough,
but you're so smooth and the world's so rough.
You might have something to loose.
Oh, no, pretty mama, what you going
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
all those **** offs in their fancy cars.
you can't believe your reviews.

Oh, no, you can't do that,
once you started wearing those shoes

They're looking at you, leaning on you
Tell you anything you want to hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waiting for you
They got to score you
Your handy with a shovel and so sincere
Ooh, they got the kids gloves on

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 wearing those shoes.