You got that look again, shit, I know what it means, Sweet little smile with some trouble underneath, Whole day innocent, nighttime changes the script, One glance across the room and I already get the hint. We ain’t new to this, that’s what makes it hit harder, Know every little spark that can turn into a firestarter, Know when you’re fucking with me just to get a reaction, Then laugh when you realize you’ve got my full attention. Everybody’s got a weakness they don’t put on display, Something they crave when responsibilities fade, Mine walks through the room like she owns every inch, Knows exactly how to push me right up to the brink. No shame attached, baby, fuck what they think, Pour another round, turn the lights down and drink, They can call it temptation, obsession, whatever— I just call my favorite woman my guilty pleasure. [Hook] You’re my guilty pleasure, My favorite fucking habit, Know I shouldn’t want you more, But every year I gotta have it. That look, that attitude, That “come and get me” pressure, I could give up everything— But never my guilty pleasure. Guilty pleasure, Yeah, you know exactly what you do, Got a thousand different cravings And they all come back to you. Let the whole damn world behave, We can be a little extra— I don’t need another vice When you’re my guilty pleasure. [Verse 2] Maybe it’s the way you know the man behind the face, Know the husband, know the father, know the wild side awake, Know exactly when I’m stressed before I ever say a word, Then somehow flip the whole damn mood without saying what you heard. That’s a dangerous advantage and you use that shit well, One minute we’re responsible, the next we’re raising hell, That’s the beauty of forever when forever ain’t gone stale, Still got chapters in the story that we’re dying to unveil. No chasing something younger, no searching for a thrill, I got history beside me and she fucking gives me chills, Because attraction with a stranger might be easy to ignite, But desire with somebody who knows your soul? That’s dynamite. You know my worst decisions, every stupid fucking phase, Still you’re standing here beside me setting fire to my brain, So if loving my own woman is addiction by their measure, Then lock my ass away—I’m keeping my guilty pleasure. [Hook] You’re my guilty pleasure, My favorite fucking habit, Know I shouldn’t want you more, But every year I gotta have it. That look, that attitude, That “come and get me” pressure, I could give up everything— But never my guilty pleasure. [Bridge] Too much? Not enough. One more night won’t fuck us up. Too late? Who cares? Nobody else belongs in here. No shame. No lies. Just that fire behind your eyes. Call it whatever— You’re still my guilty pleasure. [Verse 3] See, guilty ain’t the word when there ain’t nothing to regret, But “pleasure” sounds damn perfect every time that we connect, Maybe that’s the contradiction underneath the title line— Ain’t a damn thing wrong with wanting what was already mine. So tonight we’re celebrating every side we rarely show, All the jokes, all the flirting, all the things that only we know, That private little language developed over the years, Where one look across the room makes the message crystal clear. And tomorrow when the sunlight puts responsibility back, We’ll make breakfast, handle business, get the whole damn day on track, Nobody ever knowing why we’re smiling like fools, That’s another little secret underneath these house rules. From Private Obsession through the chapters we’ve remembered, Every song just proves the fire hasn’t faded into embers, So pour another drink and turn that motherfucking record up— I’ve had plenty in this lifetime, But I’ll never get enough. [Final Hook] You’re my guilty pleasure, My favorite fucking habit, Every year that passes by Just makes me want you fucking badder. That look, that attitude, That undeniable pressure, Let the whole world keep its vices— You’re my guilty pleasure. Guilty pleasure. No guilt. All pleasure.
