| | Crying Lightning Lyrics Artist(Band):Arctic Monkeys
You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and mix You said: you're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called cold before As you bit into your strawberry lace And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper It's all you had left and it was going to waste Your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called Crying Lightning And how you liked 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 Thinking of excuses to postpone You never looked like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide The fact you knew I was approaching your throne With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war Although I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw And your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning And how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons Uninviting But not half as impossible as everyone assumes You are Crying Lightning Your pastimes, consisted of the strange Twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning, Crying Lightning Your pastimes, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying... If you find some error in Crying Lightning Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Javier for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Crying Lightning The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Arctic Monkeys" Music | |
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