Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
bloodshot 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 of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed 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 work as 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 open up and put down weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the always positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
this vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little and take and give 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 spot and that wet tank-top off now