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Would you prefer if I remove... MY...
Nah they. clean.
I mean.
You wanna look at the of...?
1]
My shoes are clean girl, how yours?
Here we are sitting on living room floor
Listening to some records your collection
in between a coma and an erection
Staring at the on your shoulder blades
And you don't your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as sober as
Knocking door to door, to walk to road
the Mormon's paved
If she was here on your with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over
no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and clover cigarettes
show me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay just as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already the rent
So we can't be content until there isn't no more
[Chorus: 2X]
are your shoes
These are my
got issues
2]
My are muddy girl, how about yours?
we are loungin' on your bedroom floor
I'm really drunk so I'm at your carpet like
Man, the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
It's closing time, the spins are visit me
They're rolling thick like they know they victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make history
Get up in your system and direct it like a
Let me get to be the man of mystery
'Cause them meddeling kids don't your sensitivity
Show some
Let me your feet
Let's talk a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, old man
following my kid beliefs
I it isn't really your responsibility
So we'll be strait once I take a hit of

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got
3]
I find my shoes girl, how about yours?
I am naked on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell
And I'm thanking God that date was hella cheap
Sitting down, trying to keep the down
Light, stars and sounds everything now
Sick bound, the whole room around
In front of the toilet the position to drown
Here it comes! Whiskey out all over the floor
Now I'm in the bitches mound
I'm a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny
you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
Didn't know you rip your gown
Didn't think you shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little
I'm leaving, the shoes you keep them, I'm getting out

Those are your
are my shoes
We've got