The Only Marble I've Got Left

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 get a taste for trouble any given afternoon It won't be me reigning 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'd 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