Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With snake 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 ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those legs as good as they look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you spell
Come get feet wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token 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, put your strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to punching onto somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
Find the line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
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 witnesses always positioned up in your
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will 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 make a love, a little 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 between your 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