Lyrics:

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