Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
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 wide sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm here with a glass full of
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 impress her my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those legs work as good as they look
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your 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 strap down, put your strap
Up, up, put your strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
up with that?
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
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 your best
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious that the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm 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 scars
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
A give and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So praise God that the ain't stopped
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now