Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning

outside The Cafe By The Cracker Factory You Were Practicin` A Magic Trick
And My Thoughts Got Rude As You Talked And Chewed
On The Last Of Your Pick And Mix
Said You`re Mistaken If Your Thinkin` That
I Haven`t Been Caught Cold Before As You Bit Into Your Strawberry Lace
And Then A Flip In Your Attention In The Form Of A Gobstopper
Is All You Have Left And It Was Goin` To Waste
Your Past Times Consisted Of The Strange And Twisted And Deranged
And I Love That Little Game You Had Called Cryin` Lightnin`
And How You Like To Aggravate The Ice-cream Man On Rainy Afternoons
The Next Time That I Caught My Own Reflection
It Was On It`s Way To Meet You Thinkin` Of Excuses To Postpone
You Never Look Like Yourself From The Side But Your Profile Did Not Hide
The Fact You Knew I Was Approachin` Your Throne
With Folded Arms You Occupy The Bench Like Toothache
Saw Them, Puff Your Chest Out Like You Never Lost A War
And Though I Try So Not To Suffer The Indignity Of A Reaction
There Was No Cracks To Grasp Or Gaps To Claw
And Your Past Times Consisted Of The Strange And Twisted And Deranged
And I Hate That Little Game You Had Called Cryin` Lightnin`
And How You Like To Aggravate The Icky Man On Rainy Afternoons
Uninvitin` But Not Half As Impossible As Everyone Assumes
You Are Cryin` Lightnin`
Your Past Times Consisted Of The Strange And Twisted And Deranged
And I Hate That Little Game You Had Called Cryin` Lightnin`, Cryin` Lightnin`
Cryin` Lightnin`, Cryin` Lightnin`
Your Past Times Consisted Of The Strange And Twisted And Deranged
And I Hate That Little Game You Had Called Cryin`