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 twenty minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the great wide sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you spell
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet 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 strap down
Up, up, put your strap down

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

3]
From the to the hard lovers
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't them or fill a void with 'em
If you're you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will my clothes off right 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 give and take and it to the kids that 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
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now