Well she used to be lonely But she ain't anymore She was a teenage madonna But now her clothes are all torn
She's got red lips, red lips She's got blood on her fingertips She's got red lips, red lips But they ain't the kind you wanna kiss
She looks for love Where the sun never shines She's crying "I'm so strange" "I'm so strange" Then she says
Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist I need love; one, two, three Cause I can't fit in society So baby, let's twist
A safety pin in her earlobe A tattoo on her thigh It's a funky situation And a treat for the eye
She's got red lips, red lips She's got blood on her fingertips She's got red lips, red lips But they ain't the kind you wanna kiss
She looks for love Where the sun never shines ... She's crying "I'm so strange I'm so strange" Then she says
Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist Baby, let's twist, baby let's twist I need love; one, two, three Cause I can't fit in societyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
