Rachel Stamp
Rachel Stamp - Twisted songtekst
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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