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