Liberties

I never presume on girls flirting with me,

But profess that we're friends, and I'll take liberties.

I'll tell you my hist'ry, damn morals and tastes.

I'll call, touch and leave you at random, in haste,

So make sure your putting-up-with-idiots face is fit,

'Cause I won't go away, and you risk straining it.