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    "Shoes" Lyrics


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    (Slug) Would you prefer if I remove...MY...UHH?
    Nah they..they clean..
    I mean..
    What? You wanna look at the bottom of ....?

    My shoes are clean girl, how about yours?
    Here we are sitting on your livingroom floor
    Listening to some records from your collection
    Boredom; in between a coma and an erection
    Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades
    And you don't take your eyes off my poker face
    I'm wasted, and your as sober as Jehovah
    Knocking door to door, trying to walk to road
    That the Mormon's paved
    If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
    She'd of told 'ya that my game was way over played
    Make no mistake
    I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes
    Girl show me leg!
    So I'ma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates
    And I'ma stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
    But some of us already spent the rent
    So we can't be content until there isn't no more today

    (Chorus 2X)
    Those are your shoes
    These are my shoes
    We've got issues

    My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours?
    Here we are loungin' on your bedroom floor
    I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like
    Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'ma park tonight
    It's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
    They're rolling thick like they know they taking victory
    But not tonight, right, I'ma make some history
    Get up in your system and direct it like a symphony
    Let me get to be the man of your mystery
    'Cause them meddeling kids don't understand your sensitivity
    Show some sympathy
    Let me kiss your feet
    Let's talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
    If I live to see fifty, I'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
    Still following my kid beliefs
    I know it isn't really your responsibility
    So we'll be strait once i take a hit of Listerine

    (Chorus 2X)
    Those are your shoes
    These are my shoes
    We've got issues

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

    (Chorus 2X)
    Those are your shoes
    These are my shoes
    We've got issues

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    This song was last modified on February 6th, 2005.
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