505

Arctic Monkeys

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I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven-hour flight or a 45-minute drive

In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec

Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or l did last time I checked