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Would you prefer if I remove... MY...
Nah they. clean.
I mean.
You look at the bottom of...?
1]
My are clean girl, how about yours?
Here we are sitting on your room floor
Listening to some records from your
Boredom; in between a coma and an
Staring at the on your shoulder blades
And you take your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, trying to walk to
That the paved
If she was here on your sofa a beer on a coaster
She'd of 'ya that my game was way over played
no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and clover cigarettes
Girl me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for
And I'ma stay happy just as long as 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]
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 drunk so I'm looking at your carpet
Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma tonight
It's closing time, the spins are visit me
They're rolling thick like they they taking victory
But not tonight, right, make some history
Get up in your system and direct it like a
Let me get to be the man of mystery
them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
Show sympathy
Let me kiss your
talk 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 isn't really your
So we'll be strait once I a hit of Listerine

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got
3]
I find my shoes girl, how about yours?
Here I am on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell
And I'm thanking God that this date was cheap
Sitting down, trying to the liquor down
Light, stars and sounds everything now
Sick bound, the whole room around
In front of the assume the position to drown
Here it comes! Whiskey out all over the floor
Now I'm sitting in the bitches
I'm just a clown and I'm sorry I found it
When you tripped over my shoes and hit the
know you would rip your gown
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 them, I'm getting out

Those are your
These are my
We've got