Arctic Circle - GOVI

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 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 would queue up to listen to him pissing And hang around to watch some poor girl bluff 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 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

Brian Top marks for not trying So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder Are you putting us under? 'Cause we can't get our eyes Off the t-shirt and ties combination Well, see you later, innovator We are the Arctic Monkeys from High Green, baby! Some want to kiss, some want to kick you There's not a net you couldn't slip through Or, at least, that's the impression I get 'Cause you're smooth, and you're wet And she's not aware yet, but she's yours She'll be saying, "Use me Show me the jacuzzi" I imagine that it's there, on a plate Your whole rendezvous rate Means that you'll never be frightened To make 'em wait for a while I doubt it's your style Not to get what you set Out to acquire, the eyes are on fire You are the unforecasted storm Calm, collected and commanding (top marks for not trying) You leave the other stories standing With your renditions and jokes Bet there's hundreds of blokes That have wept 'cause you've stolen their Thunder Are you putting us under? 'Cause we can't get our eyes Off the t-shirt and ties combination Well, see you later, innovator Thank you very much