Twisted:

Tie me up, I'm twisted

And bleeding on the ground,

Bleeding like the open cut,

Of a wound never found,

You shake me like an enemy,

And hold me by my throat,

I long to free myself from you,

But I need a scape goat,

In the corner shivering,

Or resting at your feet,

You are the ulitmate truth,

In my quest for deciet,

I'm dancing like a puppet,

I love the way you pull my strings,

I'm bowing to your dominace,

You have control of me,

So tie me up I'm twisted,

I'm twisted oh so good,

I never knew that feeling bad,

Could ever feel so good.

By A. Cristani

©ACristani NYNY 4-02

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