The smoking gun was lying in my arms When you told me to keep it hid I thought it best we just stay in but I must confess I did not confess We got stoned in bed I dreamed I was back home with my woman
You never told me what you meant When you said "we are all born into conflict" I'm sorry Lori, you're such a jealous girl I'm sorry Lori, you're such a jealous girl I'm sorry Lori