"Twisted" as written by and Dante/willis Ross....
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


Lyrics submitted by Purplestardust

"Twisted" as written by Wardell Gray Annie Ross Annabelle Short

Lyrics © SECOND FLOOR MUSIC

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