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Would you prefer if I remove... MY...
Nah they. clean.
I mean.
You wanna at the bottom of...?
1]
My shoes are clean girl, how yours?
Here we are sitting on your living room
to some records from your collection
Boredom; in between a coma and an
Staring at the skin on shoulder blades
And you don't take your off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, to walk to road
That the Mormon's
If she was here on sofa with a beer on a coaster
She'd of 'ya that my game was way over played
Make no
I love the way you taste like yogurt and clover cigarettes
Girl me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade shoes for rollerskates
And stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already spent the
So we can't be content until there isn't no more
repeat 2X]
Those are your
are my shoes
We've got
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how about
Here we are loungin' on bedroom floor
I'm drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like
Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma tonight
closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
They're thick like they know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make some
Get up in your and direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your
'Cause meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
Show some
Let me kiss 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 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?
I am naked on your bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell
And I'm God that this date was hella cheap
down, trying to keep the liquor down
Light, stars and sounds everything now
bound, the whole room twists around
In front of the assume the position to drown
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the
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
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
are my shoes
We've got