(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 living room 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 donand't take your eyes off my poker face
iand'm wasted, and your as sober as jehovah
knocking door to door, trying to walk to road
that the mormonand's paved
if she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster
sheand'd of told and'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 iand'ma gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates
and iand'ma stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay
but some of us already spent the rent
so we canand't be content until there isnand't no more today
[chorus: repeat 2x]
those are your shoes
these are my shoes
weand've got issues
My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours?
here we are lounginand' on your bedroom floor
iand'm really drunk so iand'm looking at your carpet like
man, fuck the permit, i know where iand'ma park tonight
itand's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
theyand're rolling thick like they know they taking victory
but not tonight, right, iand'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
and'cause them meddeling kids donand't understand your sensitivity
show some sympathy
let me kiss your feet
letand's talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
if i live to see fifty, iand'ma be a tipsy, dirty old man
still following my kid beliefs
i know it isnand't really your responsibility
so weand'll be strait once i take a hit of listerine
[chorus]
I canand't find my shoes girl, how about yours?
here i am naked on your bathroom floor
i got faded, and you fell asleep
and iand'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 iand'm sitting in the bitches mound
iand'm just a clown and iand'm sorry i found it funny
when you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
didnand't know you would rip your gown
didnand't think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound
yeah iand'm drunk, but iand'm more than a little proud
iand'm leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, iand'm getting out
[chorus]
Perfection {*repeat 4x*}
