Five minutes with Arctic Monkeys

That night I bet that you look good on the dance floor, with your shoulders cold as the night you're an explosion, you're dynamite.
I didn't know if you're looking for romance, I didn’t know what you’re looking for, I just said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor, dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984.

Will there be another one quite as desirable as you?
One look sends it coursing through the veins, oh how the feeling races
Back up to their brains to form expressions on their stupid faces
They don't want to say hello, like I want to say hello
My heartbeat's at its peak, when you're coming up to speak

Shit, shock, horror. It's so absurd for me to say the first word. Oh I'm so tense, never tenser.
“So what you scared for?” you said. I think you should know you're my favorite worst nightmare… ‘Cos you’re so pretty and I'm so shy.

Well, I tried to write my number down - I'd never wrote it down before.

“No Montagues or Capulets, darling”. And then flew away.

It’s seemed like weeks or months away, now. But I learned my lesson though. Dirty dance floors are just dreams of naughtiness…

The end.







*Arctic Monkeys's lyrics