Arctic Monkeys

19. No. 1 Party Anthem

So you're on the prowl wondering whether
she left already or not
Leather jacket collar popped like antenna
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
She calls the folks who run this her oldest friends
Sipping her 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

Come on, come on, come on
Number one party anthem.