(Shall I keep rolling?) / Well, oh, they might wear classic Reeboks / Or knackered Converse / Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Arctic Monkeys
Your love is like a studded leather headlock / Your kiss it could put creases in the rain / You’re rarer than a can of Dandelion and Burdock / And those other girls are just postmix lemonade
Open Sesame (we’ve places to go) / We’ve people to see (let’s put ‘em on hold) / There’s all sorts of shapes / That I bet you can make
I’m going back to 505 / If it’s a seven hour flight / Or a forty-five minute drive / In my imagination
Stop making the eyes at me / I’ll stop making the eyes at you / What it is that surprises me / Is that I don’t really want you to
You got the lights on in the afternoon / And the nights are drawn out long / And you’re kissing to cut through the gloom / With a cough drop coloured tongue
One for the road, uh, uh / One for the road, uh, uh / From the bottom of your heart / The relegation zone
For a master of deception and subterfuge / You’ve made yourself quite the bed to lie in / Do your time traveling through the tanning booth / So you don’t let the Sun catch you crying
I just wanted to be one of The Strokes / Now look at the mess you made me make / Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase / Miles away from any half-useful imaginary highway
Don’t get emotional, that ain’t like you / Yesterday’s still leaking through the roof, that’s nothing new / I know I promised this is what I wouldn’t do / Somehow giving it the old romantic fool