Straightjacket - Taylor Dahlia, Disorder

All the dirty voices in your head

They tell you how to talk me into bed

They say ah, ah

Well maybe I should leave and let you be

But the devil on my shoulder disagrees

He says ah, ah

Sadistic, addictive our love is twisted

We’re f***** up, wrapped up

Committed and wicked, our love it twisted

We’re wrapped up, straightjacket

We’re perfect little angels in the light

But we always find our darkness late at night

We say ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Sadistic, addictive our love is twisted

We’re f***** up, wrapped up

Committed and wicked, our love it twisted

We’re wrapped up, straightjacket

Straightjacket

They say we’re crazy, too much too hazy

Too f***** up, wrapped up

Well maybe we’re happy

Maybe we love being wrapped up