Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys

Outside the cafe by the crack of Fatouille

When practicing a magic trick

And my thoughts got rude

As I'm talking shoes

On the last of your bacon mix

So you mistakenly think that I'll be colico before

As you bit into a strawberry glaze

And the flippin' with the tension and the forms of a guckstap, all you saw have left the world was going to waste

Your past times consisted of the strains and twists to render rage

And I loved the little game you had called crying like men

And how you liked to aggravate the ice cream and the rainy afternoons

The next time that I call my home reflection we was on his ways to meet you

Thinking of a scoozer to post for you never look like yourself from the side

But your proof I could arrive the fact you knew I wasn't approaching your throne

With folded arms you left the bench like a Tuesday

Student poof your chest so like I never lost you are and

And for a tribe, do not you serve them, dear Ignatius of Erection

The West, no Crest, no Crab to grab to sclaw

And your past time consisted of the straight

And twister and the ray

And I hate that little game you had called

Crying Lightning

And how you lied to our Groovy Dick

And then I radiated the news

Uninvited, but not false and possible

Is everyone assumes you are crying like this

Your past times consisted of the strange

And twisted renderings

And I hate that little game you had called

Cryin' like that, cryin' like that, whoa, cryin' like that, cryin' like that, whoa

Blast time, consists of Dr. Strange, and Twins surrender raid, and I ain't done it to gain

a head goal, cryin'