oh I'll bet I know what you like at least think I know what you might I'm not the most cocksure guy but I get all bold with every smile
so please, show me your teeth, I'll show mine I sure hope our P's and Q's don't mind cause I've been alone quite some time and I've got to scratch this itch of mine and I think I know what you know I'm not that smooth but I'm not mines
the hours pass us by as gin slips slowly past our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing I'm a social mess but not yet slurring the words that come to rest upon my luring tongue
oh I'll bet I know what you like at least think I know what you might I'm not the most cocksure guy but I still sure fight the good hard fight try as I may, try I might I'll ever scratch this itch of mine we've all got our vices, this one's 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 it's grown oh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece I can't 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 I'm a social pest but not yet willing to put my laws to rest till I'm done filling these holes
I'll bet I know what you like at least think I know what you might and I'm not the most cocksure lay I take what I get and get what I give