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 smileso 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 blindthe 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 tongueoh 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 highunderneath 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 awaywith 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 holesi 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
['smooth jazz']