Sketchead

Sketchead
He's coming to your party
He's walking up your drive
And he's swinging all his keys round
Sketchead
He's seen you with your top off
He already knows your boyfriend retain your introductions
Sketchead
That cumbersome protagonist
The pips in your quince
The eye behind the spyhole
The itch you can't itch in your ear
And the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints

Sketchead
There's poison in his spit
He'll compliment your tits
And leave you to your wits
Sketchead
Convincingly insisting
The tyres were bald when you gave him the car
Sketchead
Still coming to your party
Still walking up your drive
And still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to unnerve

And then there's you
You've changed
I approach you like you were the same
But soon it was apparent a new name was required
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me
While I'm captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your limbs is obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that
They don't prefer the sequel
Will still be swinging on themselves tonight

Bocetos

boceto
El viene a tu fiesta
Él está caminando por tu camino
Y él está moviendo todas sus llaves
boceto
Te ha visto con la blusa quitada
Él ya sabe que tu novio conserva tus presentaciones
boceto
Ese protagonista engorroso
Las pepitas de tus quince
El ojo detrás de la mirilla
La picazón que no puedes picar en tu oído
Y el golpe que destrozó tu paquete de mentas

boceto
Hay veneno en su saliva
Él felicitará tus tetas
Y dejarte con tu ingenio
boceto
Insistir convincentemente
Las llantas estaban peladas cuando le diste el auto
boceto
Sigo viniendo a tu fiesta
Sigo caminando por tu camino
Y todavía balanceando todas sus llaves en su dedo
Como un péndulo para poner nervioso

Y luego estás tú
Has cambiado
Me acerco a ti como si fueras el mismo
Pero pronto se hizo evidente que se necesitaba un nuevo nombre
Nuevos labios fueron y me dispararon logros
Mientras estoy cautivado por tu piel de revista
El tinte en tus extremidades se oscurece para empezar
Y lo sabes muy bien
que cualquiera que diga eso
No prefieren la secuela
Seguirán balanceándose sobre sí mismos esta noche

Composição: Alex Turner