Shoes lyrics

Artist  : Atmosphere 
Song : Shoes



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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 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*}