Salad - N¡ã1’s Cooking Lyrics

Everyone is twisted Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me) Money and pleasure make me tick, Enough to make you sick She’s a modern muse, with a mixed up bruise Whichever way you’re looking No.1’s the one that’s cooking But we’ve all got our place, this planet’s got it’s funny ways We just have a good time, (they have a bad time) It’s just awful doing nothing, when everything’s so fine Treading on a fragile line, we can’t ignore the suffering (but we do) Chorus And when the leaves turn brown I hope I’ve still got my feet on the ground It’s too easy to feel guilty Basically it’s got to be said, that anyone with a pretty head Could save the world instead, and I’m a guilty girlish thing But charity makes my ego ring Chorus And all that is just twisted Salad Lyrics N¡ã1’s Cooking Lyrics