A

A
It was awkward like F minor the first time I saw you naked.
A
Thought you found Jesus in me while I lied there faking.
    D                                                  A
You told your mama I was coming late again again again again.
                                                               G
My brain has a mind of its own, I don't know which way it goes.
      D
Party humor, be my human, be my savior,
                                     Am        A
laugh at my jokes, I've been on good behavior.
D
May seem filthy, sister calls me a little brother,
                           A
dirty dancing is my Mexico fun.
D                                                             A
I'm a dyke, dates guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my tribe.
A
You should let me cut your hair to make you look a little better.
                                      A
They'll be barking up your tree Mary, Allison, and Heather.
D                                                                    Dm  A
Oh be my friend or hate my guts, it doesn't matter, we're all fucked.
A
My brain has a mind of its own, I don't know which way it goes.
      D
I was California dreaming, American dream's deceiving,
                            A
East coast leaving, weekend heathen.
D                                                                       A
Contemplation, admiration, salivation, masturbation: four - step Friday night.
D                                                             A
I'm a dyke, dated guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my tribe.
Am                                    C           D
    I ain't the man I could have been on the East Coast.
C Am                               D                 C
I ain't the man i should have been on the East Coast.
Am                             D
I am the man I could have been on the East Coast.
Am                                        C      Dm   D         Am          A
I said I ain't the man I should have been on the East Coooooooaaaaaaaaaasssst
  Am                                              A
I ain't the man I could've been I ain't the man I should've been
A
I ain't the man I could've been I ain't the man I should've been I
A
I ain't the man I could've been I ain't the man I should've been I
                  Am                                           D
I ain't the man I could've been I am the man I should've been. Burned bridge builder,
D
got thrown off kilter, brightened up my filter,
                                                                        Am         A
so I wouldn't kill her, or be sadistic, by those ballistic, or become a statistic!
            D                                                            Am     G
Yeah yeah! I'm a dyke, dated guys, ain't a crime, won't apologize for my triiiibe.
A            D             Am
My tribe. My tribe. My triiiiibe. WHOA!