Shoes Atmosphere

[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: Slug]
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 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'd've 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: repeat 2X]
Those are your shoes
These are my shoes
We've got issues