Twisted
I wouldnt want to be a
Part of your, twisted little world
And I wouldn't want to be a
Another one of your pretty little girls...
Stagnated minds
No time to feel
Your numbness hides
That you are not for real
Laughing just to flutter
Such an expesive game
But what does it matter
If it only, leads to fame...
I would't want to be a
Part of your, twisted little world
(Twisted little world)
And I wouldn't want to be a
Another one, of your pretty little girls
(Pretty little girls)
And I know that you can see that
What I have you'll never get
(What I have you will never get)
Cause I wouldn't want to be a
Part of your, twisted (twisted)
Sick little world...
Girl, stop crying
For a broken nail
Keep on smiling
And stop wagging your tail
Though you'll never catch me,
You will never catch me
That I swear (that I swear, that I swear)
You don't understand it
But I am quite happy
With the clothes I wear...
I would't want to be a
Part of your, twisted little world
(Twisted little world)
And I wouldn't want to be a
Another one, of your pretty little girls
(Pretty little girls)
And I know that you can see that
What I have you'll never get
(What I have you will never get)
Cause I wouldn't want to be a
Part of your, twisted (twisted)
Sick little world...
Retorcido
No quisiera ser
Parte de tu retorcido pequeño mundo
Y no quisiera ser
Otra de tus bonitas niñitas...
Mentes estancadas
Sin tiempo para sentir
Tu insensibilidad esconde
Que no eres real
Riendo solo para impresionar
Un juego tan caro
Pero ¿qué importa
Si solo conduce a la fama...
No quisiera ser
Parte de tu retorcido pequeño mundo
(Torcido pequeño mundo)
Y no quisiera ser
Otra más, de tus bonitas niñitas
(Bonitas niñitas)
Y sé que puedes ver
Que lo que tengo nunca obtendrás
(Lo que tengo nunca obtendrás)
Porque no quisiera ser
Parte de tu retorcido (torcido)
Enfermo pequeño mundo...
Chica, deja de llorar
Por una uña rota
Sigue sonriendo
Y deja de menear la cola
Aunque nunca me atraparás,
Nunca me atraparás
Eso lo juro (lo juro, lo juro)
No lo entiendes
Pero estoy bastante feliz
Con la ropa que uso...
No quisiera ser
Parte de tu retorcido pequeño mundo
(Torcido pequeño mundo)
Y no quisiera ser
Otra más, de tus bonitas niñitas
(Bonitas niñitas)
Y sé que puedes ver
Que lo que tengo nunca obtendrás
(Lo que tengo nunca obtendrás)
Porque no quisiera ser
Parte de tu retorcido (torcido)
Enfermo pequeño mundo...
Escrita por: M. Reich