Twisting

She set your goldfish free
And now she’s sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesn’t have to have
her db’s records back now
But there’s not a lot of things
That she’ll take back
She wants to see you again
She wants to see you again
See you twisting in the wind
She’s not your satellite
She doesn’t miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And Marshall stack
She doesn’t have to have
Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back
But there’s not a lot of things
That she’ll take back