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ARCTIC MONKEYS lyrics : "Sketchead"

Sketchead
He's coming to your party
He's walking up your drive

And he's swinging all his keys round
Sketchead
He's seen you with your top off

He already knows your boyfriend retain your introductions
Sketchead
That cunts a protagonist

The pips in your quince
They are behind the spoil
The itch you can't itch in your ear

And the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints

Sketchead

There's poison in his spit
He'll compliment your tits
And leave you to your wits

Sketchead
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald
when you gave him the car

Sketchead
Still coming to your party
Still walking up your drive

And still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to un nerve


And then there's you
You've changed
I approach you like you were the same

But soon it was apparent a new name was required
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me
While I'm captivated by your magazine skin

The tint on your limbs is obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that

They don't prefer the sequel
Will still be swinging on themselves tonight

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