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Twisted 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,
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...
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?
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