Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the wide gray sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they look
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
that you'll open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses always up in your business
they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this life that the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all know if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You can't avoid them or a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to him your boyfriend
I'm a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
Let's a little love, a little hate
A little and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So praise God that the rain stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now