Crying Lightning

Am F Am F Outside the cafe by the cracker factory Am F C Fm You were practicing a magic trick Am F Am F And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed Am F C Fm On the last of your pick and mix Am F Am F Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before Am F C Fm As you bit into your strawberry lace Am F Am F And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper Am F C Fm Is all you have left and it was going to waste Am 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 Am F The next time that I caught my own reflection Am F It was on it's way to meet you Am F C Fm Thinking of excuses to postpone Am F You never look like yourself from the side Am F But your profile did not hide Am F C Fm The fact you knew I was approaching your throne Am F Am F With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache Am F C Fm Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war Am F Am F And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction Am F C Fm There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw F Dm And your past-times, consisted of the strange Am And twisted and deranged Am And I hate that little game you had called F Dm Crying lightning Am And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons F Dm Uninviting Am But not half as impossible as everyone assumes F Dm Am You are crying lightning Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called F Dm Crying lightning Am Crying lightning F Dm Crying lightning Am Crying lightning F Dm Your past-times, consisted of the strange Am And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called F Dm Crying