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It was awkward like F minor the first time I saw you naked
Thought you found Jesus in me while I lied there faking
You told your mama I was coming late again again again again
My brain has a mind of its own, I don't know which way it goes
Party humor, be my human, be my savior, laugh at my jokes, I've been on good behavior
May seem filthy, sister calls me a little brother, dirty dancing is my Mexico fun
I'm a dyke, dates guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my tribe
You should let me cut your hair to make you look a little better
They'll be barking up your tree Mary, Allison, and Heather
Oh be my friend or hate my guts, it doesn't matter, we're all fucked
My brain has a mind of its own, I don't know which way it goes
I was California dreaming, American dream's deceiving,
East coast leaving, weekend heathen
Contemplation, admiration, salivation, masturbation: four - step Friday night
I'm a dyke, dated guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my tribe
I ain't the man I could have been on the East Coast
I ain't the man I should have been on the East Coast
I am the man I could have been on the East Coast
I said, I ain't the man I should have been on the East Coast
I ain't the man I could've been
I ain't the man I should've been
I ain't the man I could've been
I ain't the man I should've been
I ain't the man I could've been
I ain't the man I should've been
I ain't the man I could've been
I ain't the man I should've been
Burned bridge builder, got thrown off kilter,
brightened up my filter, so I wouldn't kill her,
or be sadistic, by those ballistic, or become a statistic!
I'm a dyke, dated guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my tribe,
my tribe,
my tribe,
my tribe
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