[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 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: repeat 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] 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] Perfection [repeat 4X]
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