Crying Lightning

Outside the café by the cracker factory, you were practicin' a magic trick
 And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
 On the last of your pick'n' mix
 Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinkin' that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
 As you bit into your strawberry lace
 Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
 It's all you had left and it was goin' to waste
 Your past times consisted of the strange
 And twisted and deranged
 And I loved that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
 And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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 The next time that I caught my own reflection
 It was on its way to meet you
 Thinkin' of excuses to postpone
 You never looked like yourself from the side
 But your profile could not hide
 The fact you knew I was approachin' your throne
 With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
 Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
 And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
 There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
 And your past times consisted of the strange
 And twisted and deranged
 And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
 And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
 Uninvitin'
 But not half as impossible as everyone assumes, you are crying lightning
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 Your past times consisted of the strange
 Twisted and deranged
 And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
 "Crying Lightning"
 "Crying Lightning"
 "Crying Lightning"
 Your past times consisted of the strange
 And twisted and deranged
 And I hate that little game you had called "Crying-"