ROXIE RANDLE

Lyrics

Saturday night, 8 p.m.
Dressin’ up for Mr. Right again
I’m in my closet looking for the perfect shoes
These are too high, those are too tight
I’ll be hurtin’ by the end of the night
Seems they never work out like I plan
It’s kinda like trying to find a good man

I need a man who's like sensible shoes
One that won't callous, blister or bruise
Keeps me standing on my feet
He needs to be like well-worn leather
Holds together in all kinds of weather
Fits me perfectly
A man like sensible shoes is what I need

Just like those handsome stilettos
A guy can rub you wrong, then make you forget, oh
Lord knows I’ve known my share of heels
Some I’ve worn once, some I’ve worn out
But I know without a doubt
That I’d give up every pair I own
For the one who soothes my weary soul

I need a man who's like sensible shoes
One that won't callous, blister or bruise
Keeps me standing on my feet
He needs to be like well-worn leather
Holds together in all kinds of weather
Fits me perfectly
A man like sensible shoes is what I need

I’d give up every pair I own
For the one who soothes my weary soul

I need a man who's like sensible shoes
One that won't callous, blister or bruise
Keeps me standing on my feet
He needs to be like well-worn leather
Holds together in all kinds of weather
Fits me perfectly
A man like sensible shoes is what I need