Shoes
Quelle: Spotify
would you prefer if I removed my ahhh
my shoes are clean girl how bout yours
here we are sitting on your living room floor
listen to some records from you collection
boredom between a coma and an erection
staring at the skin on your shoulder blades you take your eyes of my poker face
I’m wasted and you’re a sober as a Jehovah knocking door to door trying to walk the road that the Mormons paved
she’s was here on your sofa with a beer on the coaster
shed a told ya that my game is way over played
make no mistakes I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes girl show my leg
so I’m gonna go and trade these shoes for roller-skates
and I’m gonna stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
some of us already spent the rent so we can’t be content until there isn’t no more today
those are you shoes, these are my shoes we’ve got issues
those are you shoes, these are my shoes we’ve got issues
my shoes are muddy girl how bout your
here we are lounging on your bedroom floor
I’m really drunk so I’m looking at the your carpet like man fuck the permit I’m know where I’m gonna park tonight
its closing time the spins are gonna visit me
they rolling thick like they know they taking victory
but not tonight right I’m gonna make some history, get up in your system and direct it like a symphony
let me get to be the man of your mystery
cuz those medaling kids don’t understand your sensitivity
show some sympathy let me kiss your feet
lets talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
if I live to be 50 imma be a tipsy dirty old man still following my kid beliefs
I know it really isn’t your responsibility but will be straight after I take this hit of Listerine
those are you shoes, these are my shoes we’ve got issues
those are you 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 feel asleep and I’m thanking god that this date was hella cheap
sittin down tryin to keep the liquor down lights stars sounds everything flickers now
sick bound the whole room twist around in front of the toilet assume the position to drown
here it comes whiskey outbound it’s all over the floor and I’m sitting in the pitcher’s mound
I’m just a clown I’m sorry I found it funny when you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
I didn’t know you would rip your gown
didn’t think you would shout gets so loud get so wound
yeh I’m drunk but I’m more than a little proud
I’m leavin fuck the shoes you keep em I’m gettin out
those are you shoes, these are my shoes we’ve got issues
those are you shoes, these are my shoes we’ve got issues
perfection
perfection
perfection
perfection---Lyrics submitted by hil.
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