Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning
songwriters: Turner, Alex;
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`
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