Intro:
         
         

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts [bad word]  as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said you’re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught 
cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace 
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper  
Is all you had left 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 excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
  Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

                              
Oh you were reading a book about some idiot
                      
And telling me about another
               
I was so severely underwhelmed
                        
I thought I might never recover
               
Straighten [bad word] girl
     
And sail me up stairs
    
And go and find somebody
      
Who cares
                       
Well we might not be the perfect partners
                     
But tonight we make a pair
                  
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
      
And twisted and deranged         
                                           
And I hate that little game you had called

                   
Crying lightning
                   
Crying lightning
                   
Crying lightning
        
Crying lightning

                   
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
     
And twisted and deranged
                                           
And I hate that little game you had called
            
Cryi--------ng