Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummer
She weaves a beat through Kinks and Deep Purple covers
Can't shake her off
She keeps me tied in knots
I'm tangled from the inside out
Strung out and tired, a funeral-crier; I'm heartsick
So I twist and turn till the ropes start to burn and I'm frantic
Can't shake her off
She keeps me tied in knots
I'm tangled from the inside out
All those uptown boys making noise but she just yawns
With a wicked back beat, she flips them off and then she's gone
Can't shake her off
She keeps me tied in knots
I'm tangled from the inside out
