They Might Be Giants Twisting
She set your goldfish free And now she's sighing Blew out your pilot light And made a wish She doesn't have to have her db's records back now But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back CHORUS She wants to see you again She wants to see you again See you twisting in the wind She's not your satellite She doesn't miss you So turn off your smoke machine And Marshall stack She doesn't have to have Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back CHORUS ---------------------------------------