Twisted Game歌词
Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning
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I sat in the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude,
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said your mistaken if your thinking 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 going to waste
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
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
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile