Intro :
Outside the cafe by the cracker fa ctory
You were pra cticing a magic trick
And my th oughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the l ast of your pick and mix
Said you're mistaken if you're th inking that I haven't been caught
cold before
As you bit into your s trawberry lace
And then a flip in your att ention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you had l eft and it was going to waste
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of ex cuses to postpone
You never look like y ourself from the side
But your p rofile could not hide
The fact you knew I was app roaching your throne
With folded arms you occu pied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I t ried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to g rasp or gaps t o claw
And your past-times, co nsisted of the strange
And t wisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying l ightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Unin viting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning
Oh you were r eading a book about some idiot
And t elling me about an other
I was so severely underwhelmed
I thought I m ight never r ecover
Straighten the r udder girl
And s ail me up stairs
And go and find somebody
Who ca res
Well we might not be the perfect partners
But ton ight we make a pair
Your past-times, con sisted of the strange
And tw isted and deranged
And I h ate that little game you had called
Crying l ightning
Crying l ightning
Crying l ightning
Crying l ightning
Your past-times, con sisted of the strange
And t wisted and deranged
And I h ate that little game you had called
Cry ing