Текст песни Arctic Monkeys - Sketchead

Sketchead is coming to your party
 He's walking up your drive and he's swinging all his keys around
 Sketchead
 He's seen you with your top off
 He already knows your boyfriend, retain your introductions
 Sketchead
 That cumbersome protagonist
 The pips in your quince
 The eye behind the spy hole
 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 unnerve.

 And then there's you
 You've changed
 I approached you like you were the same
 But soon it was apparent name was required
 New lips went and fired accomplishments at me 
while I'm captivated by your magazine skin
 The tint on your lenses obscures to begin
 And you know full well that anyone 
who says that they don't prefer the sequel still be swinging on themselves tonight.

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