“I doubt it is your styleNot to get what you set out to acquireThe eyes are on fireYou are the unforecasted stormBrianstorm”
— Arctic Monkeys
“You used to get it in your fishnetsNow you only get it in your nightdressDiscarded all the naughty nights for niceness……Remeber when the boys were all electric?”
— Arctic Monkeys
“You’re rarer than a can of Dandelion & BurdockAnd those other girls are just post-mix lemonade”
— Arctic Monkeys
“In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.”
— Arctic Monkeys
“Oh, there ain’t no love, no Montagues or CapuletsJust banging tunes and DJ setsAnd dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtinessI Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor”
— Arctic Monkeys
“The nights were mainly made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day.”
— Arctic Monkeys