Lyrics:
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes
F- them stupid Pumas, b-, it's all about them new edition Troops
You get them LL Cool J
dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Excuse me, what is your
front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes runnin' shit
And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the King cover
Don't care what
Roasted you in the past, don't even let me begin
My friend Jack also did it, where you been?
Get your mind out of the gutter, you in Berlin
Oh wait, that's
can put your shoes under my bed
Anytime, anytime you're passing by this way
Remember you will always have a place to stay, yeah
Whenever you call
scratch my back.
Hot legs, bring your mother too.
I love you, honey.
Imagine how my daddy felt,
in your jet black suspender belt.
Seventeen years
But I can't survive, with you by my side
See I'll never get laid, while I'm running your life
No I just don't wanna, so I'm walking away
There is
tears on the dress
Try to hide her face with some makeup sex, uh
This is truffle season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All Saints for my angel
California, it crossed my mind
Once we were pressed into the
Love, we were pressed into the breeze up on the mountain
I was by your side
Do you
tears on the dress
Try to hide her face with some makeup sex, uh
This is truffle season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All Saints for my angel
enough of her
You go by land, you go by air
You go by sea, hell I don't care
You can go any way you choose
Wearing out the soles of your traveling
to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody
pretty shoes and I'm kid and proud
I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd
Bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about
should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
Yeah. It's
I'm sorry your granddad's dead
Ah, lovely spread
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
I scored a win
Badda badda bing
I'm the king
your news from the skuffs on your shoes,
Then that won't help at all.
Cause you've gotta see penguins throwing popcorn,
Chickens on a well-dressed
Degree
And Now It's Time
Concrete Shoes
Pay Your Dues
Special Concrete Shoes
An Overdose
Mixed In My Drink
I Found The Bottle
By The Sink
And Now You're
your little black dress, that was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals
a the pass and no one else could ever fill your shoes
You sending me up bringing me down got my head just spinning around
Come on in get on out baby why
believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's department
You more like "love
As the headline says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes
One of these days they're gonna call it the blues
Johnny Panic
by cutting off my tail.
I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save me, by all means in your power from that fatal
Sideways rain that chew the roof through
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
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