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