作曲 : Menomena
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
作曲 : Menomena
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