Killemall

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 more 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 blind
 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 man
 I take what I get and get what I can