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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 girl, how about yours?
Here we are on your living room floor
Listening to some records from collection
Boredom; in a coma and an erection
Staring at the skin on your shoulder
And you don't take eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as as Jehovah
door to door, trying to walk to road
That the paved
If she was here on sofa with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my game was way played
no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and some cigarettes
show me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for
And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a to pay
But some of us spent the rent
So we can't be content there isn't no more today
repeat 2X]
Those are shoes
These are my
We've got
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how yours?
Here we are loungin' on your floor
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
They're rolling thick like they they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma some history
Get up in your system and direct it like a
Let me get to be the man of your
'Cause them meddeling don't understand your sensitivity
Show sympathy
Let me kiss your
talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, be a tipsy, dirty old man
Still following my kid
I know it isn't really your
So we'll be once I take a hit of Listerine

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

Those are your
are my shoes
We've got