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Would you if I remove... MY... UHH?
Nah they. clean.
I mean.
You look at the bottom of...?
1]
My shoes are clean girl, how yours?
Here we are sitting on your living room
Listening to some records your collection
Boredom; in between a coma and an
Staring at the skin on your shoulder
And you don't take eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as sober as
Knocking door to door, trying to walk to
That the paved
If she was on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
She'd of told 'ya my game was way over played
no mistake
I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover
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 there isn't no more today
repeat 2X]
Those are your
These are my
got issues
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how about
Here we are loungin' on bedroom floor
I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet
Man, the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
It's time, the spins are gonna visit me
They're thick like they know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, make some history
Get up in your system and direct it a symphony
Let me get to be the man of mystery
'Cause them meddeling don't understand your sensitivity
Show sympathy
Let me your feet
Let's talk about a bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, old man
following my kid beliefs
I know it isn't really your
So be strait once I take a hit of Listerine

Those are your
These are my
We've got
3]
I can't find my shoes girl, how 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, to keep the liquor down
Light, stars and sounds flickers now
Sick bound, the room twists around
In front of the assume the position to drown
Here it comes! out bounces all over the floor
Now I'm sitting in the mound
I'm just a clown and I'm sorry I found it
When you tripped my shoes and hit the ground
Didn't know you rip your gown
Didn't you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more a little proud
I'm leaving, the shoes you keep them, I'm getting out

Those are your
These are my
We've got