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 minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the wide gray 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 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 leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
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 feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your 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 strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
What's up with
Where's the
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in business
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life that the weak
Guess now the pressure's on me to 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 clothes

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