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Arctic Monkeys
Space invaders flying home
Yeah, they’re going to hit the sack
And they are prob’ly going to die getting high
Cause they’re mixing crazy... with the crack
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
In July, so she won’t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days have died
Baby, baby, baby
Now won’t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days are dead
So come on!
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
And she’ll like it, so she won’t be coming back
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
In July, so she won’t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days have died
Baby, baby, baby
Now won’t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days are dead
So come on!
Yeah, they’re going to hit the sack
And they are prob’ly going to die getting high
Cause they’re mixing crazy... with the crack
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
In July, so she won’t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days have died
Baby, baby, baby
Now won’t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days are dead
So come on!
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
And she’ll like it, so she won’t be coming back
And she’s kissing all the boys
She’s to clever to be slack
But she’s bound to go away for a day
In July, so she won’t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days have died
Baby, baby, baby
Now won’t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days are dead
So come on!