— – Arctic Monkeys (originally by Stephen Fretwell)
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I saw you dancin’ You moved like Sinatra On speed
The lights were a-flashin’ And tongues were a-waggin’ Over you It’s too late for tryin’ It’s too late for denyin’ All those little things You and me have done I’m sorry, hon’ I was hopin’ for a recall A mix of you high from the sun Oh, but nothin’ Only lone magpies come