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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?
we are sitting on your living room floor
Listening to some records from your
Boredom; in between a and an erection
at the skin 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, to walk to road
That the paved
If she was here on your sofa with a on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over
Make no
I love the way you taste like and some clover cigarettes
show me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy just as as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the
So we be content until there isn't no more today
repeat 2X]
Those are your
These are my
got issues
2]
My shoes are girl, how about yours?
Here we are loungin' on bedroom floor
I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your like
Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma park
It's time, the spins are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make history
Get up in your and direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your
them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
Show some
Let me kiss your
Let's about a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, old man
Still following my kid
I know it isn't really responsibility
So be strait once I take a hit of Listerine

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got
3]
I can't find my shoes girl, how yours?
Here I am naked on your bathroom
I got faded, and you fell
And I'm thanking God that this date was hella
down, trying to keep the liquor down
Light, and sounds everything flickers now
Sick bound, the whole twists around
In front of the assume the position to drown
it comes! Whiskey out bounces 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 you would rip your gown
Didn't you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little
I'm leaving, fuck the you keep them, I'm getting out

Those are your
are my shoes
We've got