Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you 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 wide gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me you know she should
Because the things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her my jukebox selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you secret?
Come get feet wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But got head 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 always positioned up in your business
they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
this vicarious life that the weak 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 know if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm a pile 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 trying to cook up the
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 even have a
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So praise God that the ain't stopped
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now