Crocs

Crocs My Rocks They did a survey, they made it clear Crocs on women? Their biggest fear "Not sexy, not chic, not hot," they said Well, darling, let's mess with their head Silk slip dress, nothing beneath Pink kimono, flowing with ease Big sunglasses, hat on tight Tell me, do I not look right Crocs my rocks Who needs stilettos? Who needs shocks? Sexy's not a shoe, it's the walk So watch me slay in my Crocs They call them ugly, they call them bad But honey, ugly's the new rad They hug my feet, they set me free And that's the hottest look on me No sore toes, no twisted heel Just comfort, confidence, and zeal I strut, I glide, I own the night In Crocs, babe, I'm dynamite Crocs my rocks Who needs stilettos? Who needs shocks Sexy's not a shoe, it's the walk So watch me slay in my Crocs Forget the haters, let 'em cry They'll join the Crocs club by July They'll fight the truth, but deep inside They know this drip is certified Crocs my rocks Who needs stilettos? Who needs shocks Sexy's not a shoe, it's the walk So watch me slay in my Crocs So here's my lesson, short and sweet Sexy's not just on your feet It's how you move, it's how you shine And honey—these Crocs? They're all mine