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