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