[Intro: ]
Am    F    Am    E 
Am    G    C    G# 


 Am          F            Am          E 
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory 
            Am         G      C      G# 
You were practicing a magic trick 
         Am          F            Am          E 
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed 
        Am           G        C     G# 
On the last of your pick and mix 

                                 Am             F 
Said you’re mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been caught 
Am           E 
cold before 
       Am              G          C     G# 
As you bit into your strawberry lace 
                           Am             F         Am           E 
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper 
                Am              G         C      G#        
Is all you had left and it was going to waste 

[Refrão]
Am 
Your past-times, consisted of the strange 
And twisted and deranged 
And I love that little game you had called 
Crying lightning 
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons 

Am (Strum Once) 
                      Am               F 
The next time that I caught my own reflection 
       Am              E 
It was on it's way to meet you 
Am             G        C         G# 
Thinking of excuses to postpone 
                     Am                F 
You never look like yourself from the side 
          Am                E 
But your profile could not hide 
             Am             G         C           G# 
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne 

            Am            F                   Am 
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache 
E                      Am                 G           C        G# 
Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war 
              Am              F           Am             E 
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction 
      Am                 G              C       G# 
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw 


[Refrão]
        F               Dm 
And your past-times, consisted of the strange 
     Am 
And twisted and deranged 
      Am                                      F 
And I hate that little game you had called 
        Dm 
Crying lightning 
                    Am                                            F 
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons 
    Dm 
Uninviting 
    Am 
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes 
       F       Dm 
You are crying lightning 
Am 

             Am                  Dm 
Oh you were reading a book about some idiot 
     F                  E 
And telling me about another 

      Am          Dm 
I was so severely underwhelmed 
             F            E 
I thought I might never recover 

                Am 
Straighten the rudder girl 
     Dm 
And sail me up stairs 
    F 
And go and find somebody 
      E 
Who cares 

        Am                Dm 
Well we might not be the perfect partners 
       F               E 
But tonight we make a pair 

[Refrão]
Am                   Am 
Your past-times, consisted of the strange 
      Am 
And twisted and deranged          
       Am                                     F 
And I hate that little game you had called  
        Dm            Am 
Crying lightning 
        Am            F 
Crying lightning 
        Dm            Am 
Crying lightning 
        Am 
Crying lightning 


    F                Dm 
Your past-times, consisted of the strange 
     Am 
And twisted and deranged 
       Am                                     F 
And I hate that little game you had called 
            Dm 
Cryi--------ng