The Only Marble I've Got Left

I'm not gonna be the angel on your shoulder

Don't look to me to be the one to tell you no

If you get a taste for trouble any given afternoon

It won't be me reigning you in

Oh, 'cause I like trouble too

I'll keep your vase full of fresh flowers

And I'll meet you eye to eye

I'll love on your parents

And never tell a lie

I'll keep the tables turning

And I'll always do my best

To hold on tight to the only marble I've got left

In my book there's no such thing as guilty pleasure

As long as your pleasure's not unkind

The way I see it, there are no safe bets

And any street you end up crossing

Well, you'd better trust your legs

I'll keep your vase full of fresh flowers

And I'll look you in the eye

I'll love on your parents

Won't be of boredom that you'll die

'Cause I'll keep the tables turning

And I'll always do my best

To keep you charmed with the only marble I've got left

The longer I live, the stranger I get

If I'm pacing the floor

Hope I'm just stoned off my gourd

Not looking for the only marble I had left