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 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 careRachel Stamp - Twisted - http://motolyrics.com/rachel-stamp/twisted-lyrics.html
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