Got my sobriety chip here, love
Been abstinent for over sixty some months
I’m not playing this game with you
On conjecture, not getting drunk
Spell it out for me, could you love?
Whisper it word for word
Make it unquestionably clear
Am I wanted, or not?
Ask me all about Dorian Gray
Call me Marla from Fight Club
Tease me with your pinpoint aim
But every damn time I’ll play dumb
In that spare life of mine
In like, I would gladly respond
Barely got my sanity back in this one
Please go easy on me love
Categorically, I’m tempted, of course
You’d probably make that kill shot
Don’t though, just spell it out
Out loud with no room for doubt