golden trucks

Arctic Monkeys

Last night when my psyche s subcommittee
sang to me in its scary voice
You slowly dropped your eyelids
When true love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice

And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you too

The leader of the free world
reminds you of a wrestler wearing tight golden trunks
He s got himself a theme tune
They play it for him as he makes his way to the ring

And in response to what you whispered in my ear
I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you too

In the daytime, bendable figures
with a fresh new pack of lies
Summat else to publicise
I m sure you ve heard about enough

So in response to what you whispered in my ear
I ll be upfront, sometimes I fantasize about you too