Taos

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