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