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?

I'm gonna torch those fuckers

You better call the Police!



Cause I'm twisted

Push me too hard, make me feel sick,

I sting like a bee, 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 'cause 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