Remove Your Footwear

You can take your shoes out of my closet
I have enough of you and that just duz' it
You are such a drag and now I've seen it
When I told you I loved you, I didn't mean it
Oh I'm sick of you, no ifs or buts
As a matter of fact I think I hate your guts
Look at you and you are gruesome
We're a gruesome twosome
And I am sick of [???] sluts
Our little boy said "D-A-D-D-Y...
Why ya gettin' on that train and wavin' goodbye?"
It smelled a lot 'cause it's been years since we washed him
And that's when the train came down the tracks and squashed him
Oh I'm sick of you, I am, no ifs or buts
As a matter of fact I think I hate your guts
I look at you and you are gruesome
We're a gruesome twosome
And I am sick of [???] sluts