Twisting

She set your goldfish free
Now she is 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 alot of things
That she'll take back now

She wants to see you so bad
She wants to see you so bad
Twisting, Twisting
In the wind

She's not your satellite
She does not miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And your Marshall stack

She doesn't have to have
Her Young Fresh Fellows tapes back now
But there's not alot of things
That she'll take back now