Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
bloodshot snake eyes
My still hates me like you know 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
Weed junky leaving tips 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 down the page in my
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all 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 strap down, put your down
Up, up, girl put your down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
this vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing on none
got scars mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to him your boyfriend
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 help me, I'm looking for a
time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the that can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and take wet tank-top off now