When I was young i wanted to be a punk rocker
But everybody said no
And I was sure that if I ever had a shocker
The same old folks would say go

It wasn't the lack called passion, a singular fashion
That led me to go
But then i'll always be your twisted little sister
And all the rest can go blow

I'm falling, I'll hit the [bad word] Keep calling, I feel my heart [bad word] I'm falling, I'll hit the [bad word] 'cause this time, this time
I'm doing ok

I need some va-va voom
To get me out of this room
It's gotten small for me
i'm burning bright as [bad word] So honey, wish me well
'cause now [bad word] free

When I was young i wanted to be a punk rocker
But everybody said no
And I was sure that if I ever had a shocker
The same old folks would say go

It wasn't the lack called passion, a singular fashion
That led me to go
But then i'll always be your twisted little sister
And all the rest can go blow

I'm falling, I'll hit the [bad word] Keep calling, I feel my heart [bad word] I'm falling, I'll hit the [bad word] 'cause this time, this time
I'm doing ok

I need some va-va voom
To get me out of this room
It's gotten small for me
i'm burning bright as [bad word] So honey, wish me well
'cause now [bad word] free