Incubus - Promises Promises 

I’m only 23 for another hour, give or take 
I’m a fan of yours and I need a good mistake 
I’m not a sinner or preacher, all I have is slight of hand 
I do magic tricks for all the boys in the band 

Baby could I be the rabbit in your hat? 
I’d swing if you’d hand me, hand me the bat 

I’m on the road of least resistance 
I’d rather give up than give in to this 
So promise me only one thing, would you? 
Just don’t ever make me promises 
No promises 

I’ve never done this before, promises, promises 
But I’m enjoying the illusion and the things my body says 
Now you see me, now you don’t, oh how well you disappear 
What are you running from and may I interfere? 

Baby could I be the rabbit in your hat? 
I’d swing if you’d hand me, hand me the bat 

I’m on the road of least resistance 
I’d rather give up than give in to this 
So promise me only one thing, would you? 
Just don’t ever make me promises 
No promises