Arctic Monkeys - Catapult lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - Catapult lyrics]
Both sides
In softly came the growl from both sides
And if his whisper split's 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 go high-pitched he'll talk and make your
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 carve 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 tell you how
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 will queue up to
Listen to him pissing
And hang around to watch some poor girl blub
And then they chase him down the avenue
Incessantly pestering him to let
Him join the club
He knows how to put a cork in the fuss
And just how to shut up
The charming ones of us
And I've seen him talking to your lady friend
There's a dust track waiting for betrayal
Where he'll teach you all
The bit's 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
In softly came the growl from both sides
And if his whisper split's 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 go high-pitched he'll talk and make your
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 carve 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 tell you how
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 will queue up to
Listen to him pissing
And hang around to watch some poor girl blub
And then they chase him down the avenue
Incessantly pestering him to let
Him join the club
He knows how to put a cork in the fuss
And just how to shut up
The charming ones of us
And I've seen him talking to your lady friend
There's a dust track waiting for betrayal
Where he'll teach you all
The bit's 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