Lyrics:

[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, dir