Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

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

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to punching onto somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in business
they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the 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 wanna know if I can get you out your girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who to help 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 give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between your and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and take that wet off now