Oooooooh

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

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