Salad - No. 1's Cooking Lyrics

Everyone is twisted
Except the girl with the
Funny tattoo on her ankle
Funny tattoo on her knee
I wish it was me

Money and pleasure make me tick
Enough to make you sick
She's a modern muse
With a mixed up bruise

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

But we've all got our place
This planet's got its funny ways
We just have a good time
They have a bad time

It's just awful doing nothing
When everything's so fine
Treading on a fragile line
We can't ignore the suffering
But we do

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

And when the leaves turn brown
I hope I've still got my feet on the ground
It's too easy to feel guilty

Basically it's got to be said,
That anyone with a pretty head
Could save the world instead,
And I'm a guilty girlish thing
But charity makes my ego ring

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking
Cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking

And all that is just twisted