Arctic Monkeys

  • Enviado por: chico
  • Tom: D
  • Arranjo: Baixo, Bateria


She was marrying a matador And he was with the weather girl A very clever girl who stood out amongst several once A terrible dilemma and forever he'll regret the day He didn't make the rescue from the bullring. Sulking won't get you nowhere, son There's blood on your chin where you've bitten your tongue Smitten but might not be smitten for long If you're still sitting she'll soon be smitten and gone