Rachel Stamp

Rachel Stamp - Twisted lyrics

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I got myself a stack of dirty magazines

I don't know why they call me Annastesia?

I'm gonna torch those fuckers-

You better call the Po-lice....



cos I'm twisted



Push me too hard make me feel sick

Sting like a bee, act like a dick

Yeah I'm twisted



I never wanted to be no Sergeant Major

But I can't keep my hands 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



Spit in my mouth, baby. I'm loose

Stars in my eyes

Shit on my shoes

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 your bored

Just get the lead out

I'minluvI'minluvI'minluvI'minluvI'minluv

And I'm twisted
                   
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Language: English

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