
TWISTED
IT’S NOT THE SUN, IT’S NOT THE RAIN, IT’S NOT THE SAME
AND I’M JUST A LITTLE BIT NERVOUS
IT’S NOT THE BLONDE, IT’S NOT THE BRAINS, SHE’S GOT A WAY
AND THERE’S NO REMEDY FOR THIS
I’M HOT AND COLD, ON OVERLOAD, I MIGHT EXPLODE, GOT NO CONTROL
I WASN’T TOLD ENOUGH…
IT’S NOT THE BENDS, IT’S NOT THE TWISTS. I MUST INSIST
IT’S NOT MY IMAGINATION
IT’S NOT THE PLAN, IT’S NOT THE GIST, WHO CAN RESIST
WHEN IT’S SUCH A SWEET SENSATION
SOMETIMES THE CONS, SOMETIMES THE PROS, THAT’S HOW IT GOES, YOU NEVER KNOW
I WASN’T TOLD ENOUGH…
BUT I THINK THEY CALL IT LOVE
IN A TWISTED KIND OF WAY
IF YOU THINK THAT’S NOT ENOUGH
JUST TWIST MY ARM – I’LL STAY (I’LL STAY)
SOMETIMES THE HIGHS, SOMETIMES THE LOWS, YOU NEVER KNOW
TIL YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING
SOMETIMES THE THORN, SOMETIMES THE ROSE THAT’S HOW IT GOES
SOMETIME’S IT’S MISERY’S COMPANY
I’M HOT & COLD, ON OVERLOAD, I MIGHT EXPLODE, GOT NO CONTROL
I WASN’T TOLD ENOUGH…
BUT I THINK THEY CALL IT LOVE… IN A TWISTED KIND OF WAY
IF YOU THINK THAT’S NOT ENOUGH… JUST TWIST MY ARM I’LL STAY