| Lyrics: | I got myself a brand new box of matches
I got myself a stack of dirty magazines
I don't know
why they call me Anastacia?
I'm gonna torch those fuckers-
You better call the
Police!
Cos I'm twisted...
Push me too hard, make me feel sick,
I sting like
abee, but act like a dick
Yeah i'm twisted...
I never wanted to be no Sergeant
Major,
But I just can't keep my hand to myself,
You got nothing, on me copper!
Nothing,
on me George,
Ooh gimme some wedge,
Give me life, give me death cos i don't really
care,
And i'm twisted....
Don't stop to think of my reputation,
Don't stop to take
the dirty spoons out of my mouth,
Well don't stop to tell me i'm pretty,
Don't stop to tell
me you're bored,
Just get the lead out,
I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I'm in
love,
And i'm twisted... |
