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Would you if I remove... MY... UHH?
Nah they. clean.
I mean.
You look at the bottom of...?
1]
My shoes are clean girl, how yours?
Here we are on your living room floor
Listening to some records your collection
Boredom; in between a coma and an
Staring at the skin on your shoulder
And you don't take your eyes off my face
I'm wasted, and as sober as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, trying to to road
the Mormon's paved
If she was on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
of told 'ya that my game was way over played
Make no
I love the way you taste like and some clover cigarettes
Girl me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these for rollerskates
And I'ma happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the
So we can't be until there isn't no more today
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Those are shoes
These are my
got issues
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how yours?
Here we are loungin' on your bedroom
I'm really so I'm looking at your carpet like
Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma tonight
It's closing time, the spins are gonna me
They're rolling thick they know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make some
Get up in your system and direct it like a
Let me get to be the man of your
'Cause them meddeling kids don't your sensitivity
some sympathy
Let me your feet
Let's talk about a pretty bird and a bee
If I live to see fifty, be a tipsy, dirty old man
following my kid beliefs
I know it really your responsibility
So we'll be strait I take a hit of Listerine

Those are shoes
These are my
got issues
3]
I can't find my shoes girl, how about
Here I am naked on your floor
I got faded, and you asleep
And I'm God that this date was hella cheap
Sitting down, trying to keep the down
Light, and sounds everything flickers now
Sick bound, the whole room twists
In front of the toilet assume the position to
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all the floor
Now I'm in the bitches mound
I'm just a clown and I'm I found it funny
When you tripped my shoes and hit the ground
know you would rip your gown
Didn't think you shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you them, I'm getting out

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got