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