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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 room floor
Listening to some records from collection
Boredom; in between a and an erection
Staring at the on your shoulder blades
And you take your 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 your sofa a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya that my was way over played
Make no
I love the way you taste like and some clover cigarettes
show me leg!
So I'ma trade these shoes for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a to pay
But some of us already spent the
So we can't be content until isn't no more today
repeat 2X]
Those are your
are my shoes
We've got
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how yours?
Here we are loungin' on 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 are gonna visit me
They're rolling thick like they know they taking
But not tonight, right, I'ma make some
Get up in your system and direct it like a
Let me get to be the man of mystery
'Cause them 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, be a tipsy, dirty old man
Still my kid beliefs
I know it isn't really responsibility
So we'll be once I take a hit of Listerine

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

Those are shoes
These are my
We've got