Arctic Monkeys - Catapult

Both sides, and softly came the growl from both sides and if his whisper splits the mist just think of what he's capable of with his kiss nice try, you cannot turn away but nice try turned your legs to little building blocks and with his index finger flicks you on your socks I'll go high pitched, he'll talk and make you voice sound high pitched dread to think if he got you on your own and whispered in your ear in that baritone It's the same stone, his heart was cut out of the same stone that they used to calve his jaw, it's impossible not to feel inferior And he could catapult you back to your daddy or into any hissing misery and he will tear you out the day after a triumph is as hollow as the day after a tragedy he'll extinguish any chance of escape when he slaps you on your arse or kisses your nape and he's leaving without saying 'Bye' And you would queue up to listen to him pissing and hang around to watch some poor girl blub and then they chase him down the avenue incessently pestering him to let you join the club he knows how to put a cork in the foot and just how to shut up the charming ones of us and they've seen him talking to your lady friend there's a dust track waiting for betrayal where he'll teach you all the bits they missed nice try, you cannot turn away but nice try nice try, you cannot turn away but nice try nice try, you cannot turn away but nice try nice try, you cannot turn away but nice try you cannot turn away