I have been known, I suppose, to stay out until sunrise,
Squint out my path home under older, judging eyes,
and beg rides from pretty girls, or anyone handy
After too many drinks of St. Patrick's Day candy,
So I can only look forward to future days, when
I'm not stupid enough that I do it again,
But now is not the future, and today is not that day.
Once I find my guilty pleasures, I'm not one to walk away.
I know right and wrong; I do both anyway.
I won't stop running risks, or playing with fire,
So you know it's personal when I say
You no longer burn me with my own desires.
Squint out my path home under older, judging eyes,
and beg rides from pretty girls, or anyone handy
After too many drinks of St. Patrick's Day candy,
So I can only look forward to future days, when
I'm not stupid enough that I do it again,
But now is not the future, and today is not that day.
Once I find my guilty pleasures, I'm not one to walk away.
I know right and wrong; I do both anyway.
I won't stop running risks, or playing with fire,
So you know it's personal when I say
You no longer burn me with my own desires.
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