Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me you know she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
I'll impress her my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those legs work as good as they girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you spell
Come get feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
that you'll open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
up with that?
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
they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life 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 wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing on none
got scars mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're you'll 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 my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
Let's a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the that can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and that wet tank-top off now