Letras
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've got a taste for trouble, any given afternoon
It won't be me reining 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 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