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[Slug]Would you prefer if |
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I remove... |
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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 |
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JehovahKnocking 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[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 |
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I'm looking at your carpet like |
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Man, **** the permit, |
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I know where |
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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, |
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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, |
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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 |
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I take a hit of |
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Listerine[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 |
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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! |
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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 |
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I'm sorry |
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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 |
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I'm more than a little proud |
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I'm leaving, **** the shoes you keep them, |
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I'm getting out[Chorus] |
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Perfection [repeat 4X] |
