Letras:
Artic Monkeys

: Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's

: Running off over next doors garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava

: He knew what he wanted to say But he did not want to word it The dirty little Herbert Was thinking an escape But the place was well guarded The guiltyness

: You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis

: Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun And it goes off And out come all these words Oh there's a very pleasant

: If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome

: Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me, is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders

: Ask if we can have six in, if not we'll have to have 2 You're coming up our end aren't you? So I'll get one with you Oh won't he let us have six in

: Old yellow bricks, Love's a risk, Quite the little Escapoligist Looked so miffed, When you wished, For a thousand places better than this, You are