I had no mother
I felt no trust
No family structures
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 with
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
That 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 with
Ooh and yes get in bed with you
I had to have a way of
Telling tales
Somewhat twisted

Oh somewhat twisted
Oh twisted

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 with
Ooh and yes get in bed with you
I had to have a way of
Telling tales
Somewhat twisted

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Writer(s): DAVE NAVARRO, DAVID ANDREW SITEK, PERRY FARRELL, STEPHEN ANDREW PERKINS