Слова:
Richard Thompson Twisted

I'm sitting at the bar, my face in the jar And something tells me I'm twisted Ah ha, sitting at the bar with my face in the jar And something tells me I'm twisted

to be A poisoned heart and a twisted memory O is this the way it?s supposed to be Is this the way it?s supposed to be A poisoned heart and a twisted

to be A poisoned heart and a twisted memory O is this the way it?s supposed to be Is this the way it?s supposed to be A poisoned heart and a twisted

?m sitting at the bar with my face in the jar And something tells me I?m twisted Wo ho sitting at the bar with my face in the jar And something tells me I?m twisted

off my knees, she twists the knife again When I think I'm off the hook she gets me She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again She twists

up off my knees, she twists the knife again When I think I'm off the hook she gets me She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again She twists

up off my knees, she twists the knife again When I think I'm off the hook she gets me She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again She twists