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Would you prefer if I remove... MY...
Nah they. clean.
I mean.
You wanna at the bottom of...?
1]
My are clean girl, how about yours?
Here we are sitting on your living room
Listening to some records from collection
Boredom; in between a and an erection
Staring at the skin on shoulder blades
And you take your eyes off my poker face
I'm wasted, and your as as Jehovah
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 'ya that 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 for rollerskates
And I'ma stay happy as long as there is a whore to pay
But some of us spent the rent
So we can't be content until there isn't no more
[Chorus: 2X]
Those are your
are my shoes
We've got
2]
My shoes are muddy girl, how yours?
Here we are loungin' on your bedroom
I'm really drunk so I'm looking at carpet like
Man, fuck the permit, I know I'ma park tonight
It's closing time, the spins are visit me
They're rolling like they know they taking victory
But not tonight, right, I'ma make some
Get up in your and direct it like a symphony
Let me get to be the man of mystery
'Cause them meddeling don't understand your sensitivity
some sympathy
Let me kiss feet
talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, old man
Still following my kid
I know it isn't really responsibility
So we'll be strait once I take a hit of

Those are shoes
are my shoes
We've got
3]
I find my shoes girl, how about yours?
Here I am naked on your floor
I got faded, and you fell
And I'm God that this date was hella cheap
Sitting down, trying to keep the down
Light, and sounds everything flickers 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 sitting in the bitches
I'm just a clown and I'm I found it funny
When you tripped over my shoes and hit the
Didn't know you would rip gown
Didn't think you would and get so loud, get so wound
Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more a little proud
I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, I'm out

Those are shoes
These are my
We've got