Twisted Lyrics - Rachel Stamp

Twisted
I got myself a brand new box of matche
I got myself a stack of dirty magazine
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 dic
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 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...