Blue Collar Sex Kitten Songtext
von 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 a 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 should have been on the East Coast
I ain′t the man I should have been on the East Coast
Ain′t the man I could've been
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