Blue Collar Sex Kitten

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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,
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laugh at my jokes, I've been on good behavior.
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May seem filthy, sister calls me a little brother,
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dirty dancing is my Mexico fun.
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I'm a dyke, dates 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,
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East coast leaving, 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 said I ain't the man I should have been on the East Coooooooaaaaaaaaaasssst
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I ain't the man I could've been I ain't the man I should've been
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I ain't the man I could've been I ain't the man I should've been I
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I ain't the man I could've been I ain't the man I should've been I
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I ain't the man I could've been I am the man I should've been. Burned bridge builder,
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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 statistic!
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Yeah yeah! I'm a dyke, dated guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my triiiibe.
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My tribe. My tribe. My triiiiibe. WHOA!