Twisted lyrics

Artist  : Rachel Stamp 
Song : Twisted



 Send "Twisted" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
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...