Oh Ill bet I know what you like
At least think I know what you might
Im not the most cocksure guy
But I get more bold with every smile
So please, show me your teeth, Ill show mine
I sure hope our Ps and Qs dont mind
Cause Ive been alone quite some time
And Ive got to scratch this itch of mine
And I think I know what you know
Im not that smooth but Im not blind
The hours pass us by as gin slips slowly
Past our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing
Im a social mess but not yet slurring
The words that come to rest upon my luring tongue
Oh Ill bet I know what you like
At least think I know what you might
Im not the most cocksure guy
But I still sure fight the good hard fight
Try as I may, try I might
Ill ever scratch this itch of mine
Weve all got our vices, this ones mine
So I might not smoke but I get high
Underneath this fleshy robe lies a beast with no control
I fed it once look how its grown
Oh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece
I cant shake loose from its teeth
Oh my god, set me free
I have no ability to cut my leash and walk away
With every passing night my conscience lessens
And seems to pacify these guilt filled sessions
Now Im a social pest but not yet willing
To put my laws to rest till Im done filling these holes
Ill bet I know what you like
At least think I know what you might
And Im not the most cocksure man
I take what I get and get what I can