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 minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My still hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm with a glass full of beer
in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, 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 feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(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 your down
Up, up, girl put strap down

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

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got scars
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the 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 like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
Let's a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So praise God that the rain ain't
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now