Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
bloodshot snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk tips for the dope man
I'll impress her my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those legs as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you secret?
Come get your 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 up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to punching onto somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses always up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects 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 your girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the lovers
Passing on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
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 pile of paper and the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little give and take and it to the kids that can relate
And we don't have a choice
It's the balance, the bits 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