Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
you lookin' like?
I have seen you get up, and go to bathroom
Like five or six in the last twenty minutes
What the hell's on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My still hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to your ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
I'll impress her with my 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 in my book
Can you spell
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(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 your strap down, put your down
Up, up, girl put strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big it was just a little hand job
So what if her took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always up in your business
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects 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 clothes

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the 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 take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This time around I'm trying to cook up the
Let's a little love, a little hate
A little and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So praise God that the rain stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now