No Shoes

Oh the people they can't look
How they strain to look
at a person without any shoes on
Oh yeah
Oh Oo whoa
Oh yeah yeah yeah

When the people divert their eyes
what they synthesize
is a bum with a blunt and an odor
Oh yeah
Oh Oo whoa
Oh yeah

This place i've moved i've come to find
the jokes are few, but not the lies
house pets, gunfire and sugaries
distractions from my bleeding knees
my bleeding knees
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah

Girly girl you just can't forget
Light your cigarette
what they've done to your littlest brother
and you mother
oh yea
Oh yea

Build your dreams minus company
You've got what you need
That blunt with your cunt and a 4-door
Oh yeah
Oh whoa
Oh yeah

Whole grains and fruits and vegetables
these things i swear are edible
the only thing i hope to see
is that you're round a little bit longer
a little bit longer
Oh whoa
a little longer doh ba doh doh... longer.
yea.

too late, too late
you never made it dear oooo.
too late, too late
you never made it dear oooo.



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Writer(s): Roxanne Starnik
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