Don't Forget Whose Legs You're on Songtext

von Arctic Monkeys

The painted faces congregate
In the mating season
The second hopes, they go alone
In no rush to reason

And there's a fountain
And a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to size

The people there and the furniture
Start to seem important
And a whole lot more
You catch the floor

With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc
Like the scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to size

I had questions for the tap dancer
Sat on my lap
And she had child proof caps on her answers
Stolen blower blow me a scone
And show me that handsome enhancer

She had a rock on her throttle
And a brown glass bottle
Full of shavings from the sun
Although those shoes affect your step
Don't forget whose legs you're on

There's a fountain and a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
That cuts you down to size