[Slug]
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Would you prefer if I remove... MY... UHH?
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Nah they.. they clean..
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I mean.. what?
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You wanna look at the bottom of...?
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My shoes are clean girl, how about yours?
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Here we are sitting on your living room floor
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Listening to some records from your collection
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Boredom; in between a coma and an erection
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Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades
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And you don't take your eyes off my poker face
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I'm wasted, and your as sober as Jehovah
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Knocking door to door, trying to walk to road
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That the Mormon's paved
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If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
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She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over played
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Make no mistake
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I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes
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Girl show me leg!
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So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates
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And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
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But some of us already spent the rent
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So we can't be content until there isn't no more today
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Those are your shoes
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These are my shoes
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We've got issues
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My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours?
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Here we are loungin' on your bedroom floor
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I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like
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Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
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It's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
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They're rolling thick like they know they taking victory
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But not tonight, right, I'ma make some history
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Get up in your system and direct it like a symphony
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Let me get to be the man of your mystery
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'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
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Show some sympathy
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Let me kiss your feet
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Let's talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
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If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
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Still following my kid beliefs
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I know it isn't really your responsibility
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So we'll be strait once I take a hit of Listerine
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[Chorus]
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I can't find my shoes girl, how about yours?
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Here I am naked on your bathroom floor
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I got faded, and you fell asleep
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And I'm thanking God that this date was hella cheap
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Sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down
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Light, stars and sounds everything flickers now
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Sick bound, the whole room twists around
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In front of the toilet assume the position to drown
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Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the floor
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Now I'm sitting in the bitches mound
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I'm just a clown and I'm sorry I found it funny
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When you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
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Didn't know you would rip your gown
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Didn't think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
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Yeah I'm drunk, but I'm more than a little proud
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I'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, I'm getting out
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[Chorus]
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Perfection [repeat 4X]
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Shoes
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| Atmosphere |
