Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot snake
My still hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those legs as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to punching onto somebody's back
What's up with
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted with and
But damn got rushed, can't stop
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 like a
Why the always positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your best
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life that the live
Guess now the pressure's on me to 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 clothes girl

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 can't them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So God that the rain ain't stopped
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now