Letra de ' Blue Collar Sex Kitten ' de 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