The smoking gun was lying in my armsnWhen you told me to keep it hidnI thought it best we just stay innbut I must confess I did not confessnnWe got stoned in bednI dreamed I was back home with my womannYou never told me what you meantnWhen you said we are all born into conflictnnI'm sorry Lori, you're such a jealous girlnI'm sorry Lori, you're such a jealous girlnI'm sorry Lori