Tell us what you're gonna do tonight, mama
There must be some place 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 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 single bars
And all those jerkoffs 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 wanna hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waiting for you, got to score you
Handy with a shovel and so sincere
Oh, 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 wearing those shoes
Oh, no, you can't do that, once you started wearing those shoes