Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still hates me like you she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my chair to your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs as good as they look girl
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you secret?
Come get your wet
Let me up pet names for all your little regrets
(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 strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your strap

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the weak
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
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
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 trying to make him boyfriend
I'm a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off here girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to cook up the
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the that can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So praise God that the ain't stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now