I think he likes the smell.

When not awake, he’s pretty sweet.

But roused, he’s really hell.

Get up and sin, get up and kill,

he’ll shout throughout the house.

I tell him to shut up and chill.

I couldn’t hurt a mouse.

At least shoplift, steal something small,

he’ll try to get me scheming.

Go back to bed, that is my call.

Don’t mind him when he’s dreaming.

He seems to think he’ll change my mind,

make me do something crazy.

But soon he’ll find I’m not that kind.

I’m not bad. I’m just lazy.