Lyrics Blue Collar Sex Kitten - Lauren Ruth Ward

Blue Collar Sex Kitten

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 little brother, dirty dancing is my Mexico fun
I’m a dyke, dated 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 ain’t the man I should have been on the East Coast
I am the man I could’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