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Arctic Monkeys Favourite Worst Nightmare

think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for Delightful And try and keep your trousers on You should know you're his favourite worst nightmare

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 the fugitive

If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something

Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last

In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling That it was a heart that he was stealing Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement The

: Despair to the point till they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be scene/seen Staring at the television

fall apart Oh! hold on to your heart. Do me a favour, break my nose! Do me a favour, tell me to go away! Do me a favour, stop asking questions! She

: 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