Fede Piana's video: Arctic Monkeys in tangenziale ovest milano

late summer sunset So you're on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not Leather jacket, collar popped like Cantona Never knowing when to stop Sunglasses indoors, par for the course Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls Cages and poles Call off the search for your soul, or put it on hold again She's having a sly indoor smoke And she calls the folks who run this her oldest friends Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes As all the signals are sent, her eyes invite you to approach And it seems as though those lumps in your throat That you just swallowed have got you going [Chorus:] Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Number one party anthem She's a certified mind blower, knowing full well that I don't May suggest there's somewhere from which you might know her Just to get the ball to roll Drunken monologues, confused because It's not like I'm falling in love I just want you to do me no good And you look like you could [Chorus x2] The look of love - the rush of blood The "She's with me" - the Gallic shrug The shutterbugs - the Camera Plus The black and white - the colour dodge The good time girl - the cubicles The house of fun - the number one party anthem Come on, come on, come on Before the moment's gone Number one party anthem