You're So Dark - Arctic Monkeys

You got your H.P.

Lovecraft

Your Edgar Allan Poe

You got your unkind of ravens

And your murder of crows

Catty eyelashes

And your Dracula cape

Been flashing triple-A passes

At the cemetery gates

'Cause you’re so dark, babe

But I want you hard

You’re so dark, baby

You’re so dark

You’re so dark

You’re so dark

You’re so dark

And you’re so mysterious

Got that obsession with death

I saw you driving your Prius

And even that was Munster Koach-esque

You watch Italian horror

And you listen to the scores

Leather-cladded, spike collared

I want you down on all fours

'Cause you’re so dark, babe

But I want you hard

You’re so dark, baby

I know you’re nothing like mine

'Cause she’s walking on sunshine

And your love would tear us apart

And I know I’m not your type

'Cause I don’t shun the daylight

But, baby, I’m willing to start

You’re so dark

Got your H.P.

Lovecraft

Your Edgar Allen Poe

Got your unkind of ravens

Got your murder of crows

You’re so dark, babe

But I want you hard

You’re so dark, baby

But I want you hard

You’re so dark, oh

But I want you hard

You’re so dark, baby