Duncan Idaho sickly notions

You are a loose one,
A twisted lady,
We've got a meat thing,
No wine ‘n dine.
A skin on skin thing,
Your eyes ain't speaking,
The flowing motions of the masquerade.
Your sickly notions,
Are duly noted.
It took a while,
to get along,
with all your sick emotions.
This love is twisted and deranged.
This love is twisted and, why are you still in my head, why are you still in my head?
This love is twisted and deranged.
This love is twisted and, why are you still in my head, why are you still in my head?
You are a slick one,
A vicious lady,
A drowning man will,
Clutch at a straw.
Your words mean nothing,
There only feeding,
The boiling motions of the escapade.
Your sickly notions,
Are duly noted.
It took a while,
to get along,
with all your sick emotions.
This love is twisted and deranged.
This love is twisted and, why are you still in my head, why are you still in my head?
This love is twisted and deranged.
This love is twisted and, why are you still in my head, why are you still in my head?