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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 about
Here we are sitting on your living floor
Listening to some from your collection
in between a coma and an erection
Staring at the skin on shoulder blades
And you take your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and as sober as Jehovah
Knocking door to door, trying to to road
That the paved
If she was here on your with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over
no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and some cigarettes
Girl me leg!
So gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a to pay
But of us already spent the rent
So we be content until there isn't no more today
[Chorus: 2X]
Those are shoes
These are my
We've got
2]
My shoes are girl, how about 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 time, the spins are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like they know they taking
But not tonight, right, make some history
Get up in your system and direct it like a
Let me get to be the man of your
'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand sensitivity
some sympathy
Let me your feet
Let's talk about a pretty and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, old man
Still following my kid
I it isn't really your responsibility
So we'll be strait once I a hit of Listerine

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

Those are your
are my shoes
We've got