| But if r1 and r3 were different as in this text , all the same they translate equally: And may be we'll forget everything and run | So that this translation is correct |
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| Former members include Andy Nicholson bass guitar, backing vocals and Glyn Jones lead vocals, rhythm guitar | I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? Both of the lines in Russian describe a proposition something like 'Let's forget everything and escape', but less confidently and indeed the difference in meaning between them is absent at all |
Do The Bad Thing A cheaty girl What we know: Alex was propositioned by various already-attached women, and melded the anecdotes into one song.
18| Did laugh with the shirt, tie combo | And bastards on the internet who see wanking everywhere |
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| Tears on the steering wheel | I'm going back to 505, If its a 7 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 probably still adore you with you hand around my neck, Or I did last time I checked, Not shy of a spark, A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark, Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start, I'm going back to 505, If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs, But I crumble completely when you cry, It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye, Im always just about to go and spoil a suprise, Take my hands off of your eyes too soon, I'm going back to 505, If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs and a smile! Well, I was happy here at home I got everything I need Happy bein' on my own Just living the life I lead Well, suddenly it dawned on me That this was not my life So I just phoned the airline girl And said, "Get me on flight number 505 Get me on flight number 505" Well, I confirmed my reservation Then I hopped a cab No idea of my destination And feeling pretty bad With my suitcase in my hand In my head, my new life So then I told the airline girl "Well, get me on flight number 505 Get me on flight number 505" Alright Well, I sat right there in my seat Well, feeling like a king With the whole world right at my feet "Of course I'll have a drink" Well, suddenly I saw That we never ever would arrive He put the plane down in the sea The end of flight number 505 The end of flight number 505 Alright Whew, they put the plane down in the sea The end of flight number 505 The end of flight number 505 |
| 4 fans Arctic Monkeys are an English indie rock band | I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked Not shy of a spark A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite no, it's not harsher than the bark Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye I'm always just about to go and spoil a suprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon Well, I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs and a smile Get the embed code Arctic Monkeys - Favourite Worst Nightmare Album Lyrics1 |
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| I'm back to 505 If it's a hour or a forty-five drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your between your thighs Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect? I think that what he [Brian] wanted | A shivering prostitute stands in her scants on a Sheffield street as the sun sets, watched over by a scummy pimp with a driving ban among other offences , until some filthy nasty john pulls up to the kerb in a Ford Mondeo |
505 The girl with her hands between her thighs What we know: Turner admits it refers specifically to an ex-girlfriend.