Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a
and horny, dirty old man
Weed drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those legs work as good as they look
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 your regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll up and put down your weapons

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

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

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing on none
got scars mother
Some of them never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to 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 to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the that can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits between ears and my voice
So God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and that wet tank-top off now