Shoes

[Intro: Slug] Would you prefer if I remove... MY... A- Nah they... they're clean... I mean.. what? You wanna look at the bottom of... of 'em? [Verse 1] My shoes are clean girl, how 'bout 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 you're as sober as Jehovah Knocking door to door, trying to walk the road That the Mormons paved If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster She'da told 'ya that my game was way overplayed Make no mistake, I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes Girl, show me leg Some'll go and trade their shoes for rollerskates And some'll stay happy just as long as there's 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 [Hook] Those are your shoes These are my shoes We've got issues Those are your shoes These are my shoes We've got issues [Verse 2] My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours? Here we are lounging on your bedroom floor I'm really drunk so I'm looking at your carpet like "Man, fuck the permit, I know where I'mma park tonight" It's closing time, the spins are gonna visit me They're rolling thick like they know they takin' victory But not tonight, right, I'mma 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 meddling 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'mma be a tipsy, dirty old man Still following my kid beliefs I know it isn't really your responsibility So we'll be straight once I take a hit of Listerine [Hook] Those are your shoes These are my shoes We've got issues Those are your shoes These are my shoes We've got issues [Verse 3] I can't find my shoes girl, how 'bout 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, thoughts, 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 bitch's 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 [Hook] Those are your shoes These are my shoes We've got issues Those are your shoes These are my shoes We've got issues [Outro] Perfection Perfection Perfection Perfection