Catapult - Arctic Monkeys

Both sides, and softly came the growl from both sides

and if his whisper splits the mist

just think of what he’s capable of with his kiss

nice try, you cannot turn away but nice try

turned your legs to little building blocks

and with his index finger flicks you on your socks

I’ll go high pitched, he’ll talk and make you voice sound high pitched

dread to think if he got you on your own

and whispered in your ear in that baritone

It’s the same stone, his heart was cut out of the same stone

that they used to calve his jaw, it’s impossible not to feel inferior

And he could catapult you back to your daddy

or into any hissing misery

and he will tear you out the day after a triumph is as hollow

as the day after a tragedy

he’ll extinguish any chance of escape

when he slaps you on your arse or kisses your nape