Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said you-re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught
cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offer me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you had left and it was going to waste
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning
Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
And telling me about another
I was so severely underwhelmed
I thought I might never recover
Straighten the rudder girl
And sail me up stairs
And go and find somebody
Who cares
Well we might not be the perfect partners
But tonight we make a pair
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Cryi--------ng
