Tell us what you're 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 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 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 lookin' at you, leanin' on you   Tell you anything you want to 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 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.