Tell us what you're gonna do tonight, momma

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 lose

Oh no, pretty momma,

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 singles bars,

And all the jerkoffs in their fancy cars

You can't believe your reviews

Oh no, you can't do that

Once you've started wearing those shoes

They're waving at you, leaning on you,

Tell you everything 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

Ooh, 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 wearing those shoes

Oh no, you can't do that

Once you've started wearing those shoes