Текст песни Arctic Monkeys — Temptation Greets You Like Your Naughty Friend
I dont ever want to hate you,
So dont show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The first thing that she said.
Temptation, greets you like your naughty mate,
The one that used to get you in bother,
But one you could never bring yourself to hate.
And she said weve got that spark,
That only lights a fuse,
Helps you see in the dark,
But its a sight youll lose when,
The temptation greets you like your naughty friend.
I dont ever want to hate you,
So dont show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.
Temptation greets you like your naughty mate,
One that made you steal and set things on fire,
But one you havent seen of late.
And I said that kind of talk,
Only adds intrigue,
To the cauldron of thought,
Its already exceeding,
Temptation, the very thing that held her back.
I dont ever want to hate you,
So dont show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.
I dont ever want to hate you,
Its not part of the plan,
So keep your charm where I cant see it,
And your hands where I can.
[Dizzee Rascal]
We used to be in tight me and my naughty friends,
Caused enticement ? in the air,
I mean day n night,
We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight,
Smoking, drinking, joyriding,
Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding,
Reckless gangsters ? no direction,
No sign of correction,
But then i switched it off,
Changed my ways,
What the hell!
Like oh my days ,
But like my naughty friends,
Theyre not phased,
Cant believe that this music pays,
See no reason why we cant do,
All the things weve always done,
Still in my heart I know thats just what,
But its hard to fight the temptation son.
[Arctic Monkeys]
The panic will fall down around you,
If you dont do what I say.
I dont ever want to hate you,
So dont show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.
I dont ever want to hate you,
Its not part of the plan,
So keep your charm where I cant see it,
And your hands where I can