Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummer She weaves a beat through the Kinks and Deep Purple covers Can't shake her off She keeps me tied in knots I'm tangled from the inside out Strung out and tired, a funeral-crier; I'm heartsick So I twist and turn till the ropes start to burn and I'm frantic Can't shake her off She keeps me tied in knots I'm tangled from the inside out All those uptown boys making noise; she just yawns With a wicked back beat, she flips them off and then she's gone Can't shake her off She keeps me tied in knots I'm tangled from the inside out