IntroAmFAmEAmGCEVerseAmFAmE
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
AmGCE
You were practicing a magic trick
AmFAmE
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
AmGCE
On the last of your pick and mix
AmF
Said you-re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught
AmE
cold before
AmGCE
As you bit into your strawberry lace
AmFAmE
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
AmGCE
Is all you had left and it was going to waste
Chorus 1Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Am
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
Am (Strum Once)
VerseAmF
The next time that I caught my own reflection
AmE
It was on it's way to meet you
AmGCE
Thinking of excuses to postpone
AmF
You never look like yourself from the side
AmE
But your profile could not hide
AmGCE
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
AmFAm
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
EAmGCE
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
AmFAmE
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
AmGCE
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
Chorus 2FDm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged
AmF
And I hate that little game you had called
Dm
Crying lightning
AmF
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Dm
Uninviting
Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
FDm
You are crying lightning
InstrumentalAmBridgeAmDm
Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
FE
And telling me about another
AmDm
I was so severely underwhelmed
FE
I thought I might never recover
Am
Straighten the rudder girl
Dm
And sail me up stairs
F
And go and find somebody
E
Who cares
AmDm
Well we might not be the perfect partners
FE
But tonight we make a pair
AmAm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged
AmF
And I hate that little game you had called
InterludeDmAm
Crying lightning
AmF
Crying lightning
DmAm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning
ChorusFDm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged
AmF
And I hate that little game you had called
Dm
Cryi--------ng
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