Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
bloodshot snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
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 your ass a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a couple in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as as they look girl
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you spell
Come get your 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 down your

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
up with that?
Where's the
Find the line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life that the live
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm 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
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got scars
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't them or fill a void with 'em
If nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids 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 rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and take that wet off now