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      [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      [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