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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 records from your collection
in between a coma and an erection
Staring at the skin on shoulder blades
And you don't take your eyes off my face
I'm wasted, and your as as Jehovah
door to door, trying to walk to road
That the Mormon's
If she was on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
of told 'ya that my game was way over played
Make no
I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover
show me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these for rollerskates
And I'ma happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us already the rent
So we can't be content until there no more today
[Chorus: 2X]
Those are shoes
These are my
We've got
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how yours?
we are loungin' on your bedroom floor
I'm really so I'm looking at your carpet like
Man, fuck the permit, I know I'ma park tonight
It's closing time, the spins are gonna me
They're rolling thick like they know taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make history
Get up in your system and direct it a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your
'Cause them meddeling kids don't your sensitivity
some sympathy
Let me kiss your
Let's talk about a pretty bird and a bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, old man
following my kid beliefs
I know it really your responsibility
So we'll be once I take a hit of Listerine

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

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got