She was no stranger to the ways of the sword
And had scars to prove it
She was 20 years my junior lord
I just couldn’t refuse it
She was an accident just waiting to happen
And I was in the right place
It was looking like a fatal attraction
Like a moth to a flame

Twisting the knife

And she was taking no prisoners
I got straight to the point
She said: Okay, if you think you can handle it
Let’s get out of this joint
As I fired up the 257
Put my foot to the floor
She said this ain’t my idea of heaven
Come on, give me some more

Twisting the knife
She knew how to hurt me
Twisting the knife
She knew how to hurt me

To add insult to injury
Pouring salt in the wound
She was listening with apathy
To all my favourite tunes
As we were running the red lights
Down the telegraph road
Then it was countdown to ecstasy
In a motel she knows

She knew how to hurt me
Twisting the knife
She knew how to hurt me

Getting back to reality
I had sand in my shoes
I was running on empty
Already yesterday’s news
And if you’re looking for a happy ending
That’s as good as it gets
Everyday the scars are mending
Every time it hurts less

Twisting the knife
She knew how to hurt me
Twisting the knife
She knew how to hurt me
Twisting the knife