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I was looking for some kind of saviour Someone still counted on my worst behaviour I knew there would be trouble With devil eyes and magic hands I'm all mixed up Hell, I'm a cocktail shaker Living in a house like an old bodega Got your eyes looking in my favour Standing in the bottom of a boilermaker So keep your feet on the ground And listen to the sound of a real money-maker Something's twisted up right inside me I let you use it up, so when you do leave Take me to the edge and let me show you what was on my mind So put all your money on me, 'cause you and me are two of a kind You're on my mind I'm all mixed up Hell, I'm a cocktail shaker Living in a house like an old bodega Got your eyes looking in my favour Standing in the bottom of a boilermaker I'm all mixed up SongtexteLike a boilermaker I'm all mixed up Hell, I'm a cocktail shaker Standing in the bottom of a boilermaker I'm all mixed up Hell, I'm a cocktail shaker Living in a house like an old bodega Got your eyes looking in my favour Standing in the bottom of a boilermaker Aus Songtexte Mania