| oh I'll bet | |
| I know what you likeat least think | |
| I know what you might | |
| I'm not the most cocksure guybut | |
| I get more bold with every smileso please, show me your teeth, | |
| I'll show mine | |
| I sure hope our | |
| P's and Q's don't mindcause | |
| I've been alone quite some timeand | |
| I've got to scratch this itch of mineand | |
| I think I know what you know | |
| I'm not that smooth but | |
| I'm not blindthe hours pass us by as gin slips slowlypast our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing | |
| I'm a social mess but not yet slurringthe words that come to rest upon my luring tongueoh | |
| I'll bet I know what you likeat least think | |
| I know what you might | |
| I'm not the most cocksure guybut | |
| I still sure fight the good hard fighttry as | |
| I may, try | |
| I mightI'll ever scratch this itch of minewe've all got our vices, this one's mineso | |
| I might not smoke but | |
| I get highunderneath this fleshy robe lies a beast with no control | |
| I fed it once look how it's grownoh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece | |
| I can't shake loose from its teethoh my god, set me free | |
| I have no ability to cut my leash and walk awaywith every passing night my conscience lessensand seems to pacify these guilt filled sessionsnow | |
| I'm a social pest but not yet willingto put my laws to rest till | |
| I'm done filling these holes | |
| I'll bet I know what you likeat least think | |
| I know what you mightand | |
| I'm not the most cocksure man (?) | |
| I take what | |
| I get and get what | |
| I can |