I had no mother
Felt no trust
No family structure
Yes, i've been busted
I laid my bed out
In my back seat
Under the stars is
Where i would eat
Ooh sometimes i got lucky-i
I got nailed too
Real good...
She
She was way over my head
Couldn't help myself
Hid my past from you
To fit in
To fit in to
Ooh and yes get in bed with you
I had to
Have a way of
Telling tales
Somewhat twisted
Told you white lies
I used white magic
Need you to know
I'm not a reject
I've been committed-but
Not for a long time
Long over that and
You can believe it
Ooh sometimes i got lucky-i
I got nailed too
Real good...
She
She was way over my head
Couldn't help myself
Hid my past from you
To fit in
To fit in to
Ooh and yes get in bed with you
I had to
Have a way of
Telling tales
Somewhat twisted
Oh twisted
Oh somewhat twisted
To fit in
To fit in to
Ooh and yes get in bed with you
I had to
Have a way of
Telling tales
Somewhat twisted
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