Everyone is twisted

Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle

Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me)



Money and pleasure make me tick,

Enough to make you sick

She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise



Whichever way you're looking

No.1's the one that's cooking



But we've all got our place, This planet's got its funny ways

We just have a good time, (They have a bad time)



It's just awful doing nothing, When everything's so fine

Treading on a fragile line, We can't ignore the suffering

(But we do)



Chorus



And when the leaves turn brown

I hope I've still got my feet on the ground

It's too easy to feel guilty



Basically it's got to be said, That anyone with a pretty head

Could save the world instead, And I'm a guilty girlish thing

But charity makes my ego ring



Chorus



And all that is just twisted


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