Karaoké Crying Lightning Arctic Monkeys

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'