(Don W. Felder, Don Henley & Glenn Frey)
© 1979.1980 Fingers Music, Long Run Music, WB Music Group (ASCAP)
No copyright infringement is intended.
Tell us what your 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 looking 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 your heart.
You got to have your independence,
But you don't know where to start.
Desperation in the singles bars,
An' all those jerk-offs in fancy cars.
You can't believe your reviews.
Oh, no, you can't do that,
Once you've started wearing those shoes.
They're lookin' at you, leanin' on you,
Telling 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.
Ooh, they got the kid glove.
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.
Oh, no you can't do that,
Once you started wearing those shoes.
