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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 on your living room floor
to some records from your collection
Boredom; in between a coma and an
Staring at the skin on your blades
And you don't your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and as sober as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, to walk to road
the Mormon's paved
If she was on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my was way over played
no mistake
I the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes
Girl me leg!
So I'ma gonna these shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy just as long as is a whore to pay
But some of us spent the rent
So we can't be content until there no more today
[Chorus: 2X]
Those are your
are my shoes
We've got
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 park tonight
It's closing time, the spins are gonna me
rolling thick like 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 mystery
'Cause meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
Show sympathy
Let me your feet
Let's about a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
Still following my kid
I know it really your responsibility
So we'll be strait I take a hit of Listerine

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got
3]
I can't find my shoes girl, how about
Here I am 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 liquor
Light, and sounds everything flickers now
Sick bound, the whole twists around
In front of the toilet assume the position to
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all the floor
Now I'm sitting in the mound
I'm a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny
When you tripped my shoes and hit the ground
Didn't know you would rip your
Didn't you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, I'm out

Those are your
are my shoes
We've got