Lyrics:
I spent a lot of time in the past
Kissin' other people's ass
But now I'm where I wanna be
Sittin' here watchin' the rain
Took off my shoes
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under
HOLD EVERYTHING
Hold everything till I come home
No matter how long I'm gone
Don't be tempted by their money and booze
Nobody's gonna fill my shoes
sure when I show you love
You show love back the same
Uhh, got my shoes, got my hat, got my suit
And I'm ready to go now
Oh yeah
And me and my
Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph!
Angel, I hear you!
Speak, I
you.
Give us your testimony, my child.
[Well, it all began with Johnny] (Yeah?)
[He said drink helped him stay alive] (Yeah?)
[Do you know how old he
I'll hold my head up high and forget you by and by
And there'll be laughter instead of tears
Babe there's the green light kick up your heels
arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel
The mirror's image
Tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin'
On a track laid with broken glass
So tie your shoes real tight
It goes by real fast
Mother and Father
Now that you're gone
It's not nearly long enough
Suddenly, to his surprise
he was met, eye to eye
by that lady
in her Red Soul Shoes
""I'd like to grab a coffee,
would you like to come and join me?""
in my
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
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar on the roof
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk,
the sitting room
Vehicles will pass by but I know when it's you
I'll be in a nose dive in my flying shoes
Right behind your closed eyes like a memory from
Y'all been played by the plagiaristic
Ain't gon' get no clout addiction, my attention
I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for
of my chrome shoes paralyze
Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe
Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride
Sometimes ya speak, sometimes
off your shoes
Cause shoes really go outside
I know it's not what you're used to
Maybe it's an Asian thing
Now, we are Outside my door
Girl, I know you
to me
I'll make you arms work
And I'll make your legs work
I'll make you see
Ladada dadada dadada dadada da da
Whoa, yeah
Well I swear by the air
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire proof
Under
no ventaliation (uh-uh)
Sipping on drank and I snooze (drank)
Prescription is my medication (mines)
Forget all your fears and face it (face it)
shoes
Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money
Whole bunch of money on my mind I'm a bank teller
Pharmaceuticals in the trap
a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your
heartbreak shoes
These heartbreak shoes can't walk away my blues
As long as they keep running back to you
And I know by the day that my days are through
better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes, pull out my whip on 22's
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird she gonna swoop
.jpg/200px-Sara_Paxton_at_Mother_Goose_Parade,_2007_(bright).jpg "Sara Paxton")
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