Crying Lightning Arctic Monkeys
Автор: Arctic Monkeys
Название песни: Crying Lightning
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Текст песни:
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory,
You were practisin' 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 you 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 its 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 cry-in'
