Blue Collar Sex Kitten - Lauren Ruth Ward

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