Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My still hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they look
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you spell
Come get your 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, girl put strap down

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 between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So what if her took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life that the live
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, 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
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between ears and my voice
So praise God that the ain't stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now