oh I'll bet 
I know what you likeat least think 
I know what you might
I'm not the most cocksure guybut 
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 mindcause 
I've been alone quite some timeand 
I've got to scratch this itch of mineand 
I think I know what you know
I'm not that smooth but 
I'm not blindthe hours pass us by as gin slips slowlypast our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing
I'm a social mess but not yet slurringthe words that come to rest upon my luring tongueoh 
I'll bet I know what you likeat least think 
I know what you might
I'm not the most cocksure guybut 
I still sure fight the good hard fighttry as 
I may, try 
I mightI'll ever scratch this itch of minewe've all got our vices, this one's mineso 
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 grownoh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece
I can't shake loose from its teethoh my god, set me free
I have no ability to cut my leash and walk awaywith every passing night my conscience lessensand seems to pacify these guilt filled sessionsnow 
I'm a social pest but not yet willingto put my laws to rest till 
I'm done filling these holes
I'll bet I know what you likeat least think 
I know what you mightand 
I'm not the most cocksure man (?)
I take what 
I get and get what 
I can