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Would you if I remove... MY... UHH?
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
Listening to some records from your
Boredom; in between a and an erection
Staring at the skin on your blades
And you don't take your off my poker face
I'm wasted, and as sober as Jehovah
door to door, trying to walk to road
That the Mormon's
If she was here on your sofa a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya my game was way over played
Make no
I love the way you like yogurt and some clover cigarettes
Girl me leg!
So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for
And I'ma stay 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 isn't no today
[Chorus: 2X]
Those are your
are my shoes
We've got
2]
My are muddy girl, how about yours?
Here we are loungin' on your bedroom
I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your like
Man, the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
It's closing time, the are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like they they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make history
Get up in system and direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of your
'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand sensitivity
some sympathy
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 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 naked on bathroom floor
I got faded, and you fell
And I'm thanking God that this date was hella
Sitting down, trying to keep the down
Light, stars and everything flickers now
Sick bound, the room twists around
In front of the toilet assume the position to
Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the
Now I'm sitting in the bitches
I'm a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny
When you tripped over my and hit the ground
Didn't you would rip your gown
think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the you keep them, I'm getting out

Those are shoes
These are my
We've got