[Intro] Oh, you like him? That's adorable. [Verse 1] You found him by the vending machines, Laughing at something you said. Then touched his sleeve like you're testing the scene— Cute. Do that again. You ask if he's free this Friday night. I answer before he can— "Busy!" He turns to me. "Wait, am I—?" Yes. Don't make this difficult, man. [Pre-Chorus] No, I'm not jealous. Why would I care? I'm only noticing your hand is still there. And maybe you'd like keeping all ten fingers— Just saying. [Chorus] Smile and bite! Sugar on my tongue, but I've got teeth tonight. Play nice— I can play nice! Just don't confuse my smile for an invitation to try. He's not "property," alright?! That's a joke, don't make it weird— But he is mine— I-I mean, I'm his— UGH! You know what I mean! [Verse 2] Look, you don't know him like I do. You haven't seen three A.M., shaking hands around cold coffee, saying, "I'm okay" again. He's seen me without makeup, without armor, without pride. He knows exactly when I'm lying— And when his whole world folded, I didn't need him to explain. I sat there on the kitchen floor until he said my name. So maybe when you look at him like he's some prize to win— Yeah. I get a little— Protective. Shut up. [Pre-Chorus] It's not because I'm worried. It's not because I'm scared. It's definitely not because I need him standing there. I just— ...don't like strangers touching what— WHO I— care about. There. Happy? [Chorus] Smile and bite! Sugar on my tongue, yeah, I've still got teeth tonight. Play nice— I'll play nice. But loving someone doesn't mean I have to step aside. He's not mine because I own him. God, that sounds completely wrong. He chooses me. I choose him. So maybe that's where I belong. [Bridge] It's not like I'm scared you'll leave. I know you can. That's kind of the point. You saw me when I wasn't fun to love. I saw you when getting out of bed felt like losing. No promises fixed that. No perfect words. We just... stayed. I just remember who stayed. [Instrumental Turn] [Final Chorus] Smile and bite! Yeah, sugar has some teeth, and mine are staying sharp tonight. Play nice— I'll play nice! But don't mistake my temper for me needing him to hide. Not because I own him— 'cause he chooses me each time. And I choose him back, alright?! That's the whole stupid point. [Full band.] Smile and bite! Call me difficult, whatever— I can live with being known. He doesn't need my permission. I don't need to guard his door. But if you hurt him— ... Okay. That part's still mine. [Outro] ...Wait. You heard all of that? Don't look so pleased with yourself! And "property" was a JOKE! Stop laughing. I said STOP—
