Ant - Spaghetti Strapped lyrics

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 gla** full of beer Positioned in my chair to watch your a** 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 [Hook] 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 ma**age-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 [Hook] [Verse 3] From the star-f**ers to the hard lovers Pa**ing 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