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
the hell's going on?

1]
Under the great wide sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you spell
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a as a token 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, girl put strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little 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
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got mother
of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy to make 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 right girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between your and my voice
So praise God that the rain stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now