Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm with a glass full 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 my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those legs work as good as look girl
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you spell
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to punching onto somebody's back
What's up with
Where's the
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always up in your business
Like they're in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all know if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my off right here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your and my voice
So praise God that the ain't stopped
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now