Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
you lookin' like?
I have seen you get up, and go to bathroom
Like five or six times in the last minutes
What the hell's on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With snake eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those legs as good as they look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you secret?
Come get your wet
Let me up pet names for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping you'll open up and put down your weapons

Up, up, girl let your strap down, put your strap
Up, up, put your strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
What's the big it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the feels
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a love, a little hate
A little give and and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So praise God the rain ain't stopped
Let's to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now