Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot eyes
My still hates me like you know she should
Because the things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a 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 spell
Come get feet wet
Let me up pet names for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down your

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
What's up with
the independence?
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned 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
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of them will never
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will 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 give and and give it to the kids that 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 rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and that wet tank-top off now