Tell us what you''re gonna do tonight, mama.

There must be someplace you can go

In the middle of the tall drinksthe drama,

There must be someone you know.

God knows, you''re lookin'' good enough,

But you''re so smooththe world''s so rough.

You might have somethin'' to loose.

Oh, no, pretty mama, what you gonna

Eagles

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,

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 shovelso 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.