Spaghetti Strapped Lyrics - Atmosphere

Hey Girl 

What you lookin' like? 

I have seen you get up, and go to that bathroom 

Like five or six times in the last twenty minutes 

What the hell's going on? 

[Verse 1] 

Under the great wide gray sky 

Still the same guy watching the paint dry 

With bloodshot snake eyes 

My lady still hates me like you know she should 

Because the simple things in life don't get overlooked 

But now I'm here with a glass full of beer 

Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror 

Hungover and horny, dirty old man 

Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man 

I'll impress her with my jukebox selections 

Spit a couple words in exchange for affection 

And if those legs work as good as they look girl 

You can walk up and down the page in my book 

Can you spell secret? 

Come get your feet wet 

Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets 

(Here let me buy you a drink as a token of my erection) 

Hoping that you'll open up and put down your weapons 

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[Chorus] 

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

Up, up, girl put your strap down 

[Verse 2] 

Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the track 

I had to suffer punching onto somebody's back 

What's up with that? 

Where's the independence? 

Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship 

But damn got head rushed, can't stop 

What's the big fuss it was just a little hand job 

So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers 

It was like a massage-a-trois 

Why the witnesses always positioned up in your business 

Like they're invested in your best interests 

Who I be with, and who I leave with 

Affects this vicarious life that the weak live 

Guess now the pressure's on me to charm you 

Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you 

See if I can get you off this barstool 

We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes girl 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

From the star-fuckers to the hard lovers 

Passing judgment on none 

Everyone's got scars mother 

Some of them will never heal 

Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels 

You can't avoid them or fill a void with 'em 

If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend 

I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas 

(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right here girl) 

Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a muse 

This time around I'm trying to cook up the blues 

Let's make a little love, a little hate 

A little give and take and give it to the kids that can relate 

And we don't even have a choice 

It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice 

So praise God that the rain ain't stopped 

Let's head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now