Rachel Stamp - Twisted lyrics

I got myself a brand new box of matches
I got myself a stack of dirty magazines
I do not know why they call me Anastacia?
I am going to torch those f*ckers-
You better call the Police!

Cos I am twisted...

Push me too hard, make me feel sick,
I sting like abee, but act like a dick
Yea i am 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 do not really care,
And i am 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 am pretty,
Don´t stop to tell me you are bored,
Just get the lead out,
I am in love I am in love I am in love I am in love,
And i am twisted...

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