Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe 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 and mix
Said you're mistaken if your thinkin' that I haven't been caught cold before as you bit into your strawberry lace 
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper 
Is all you have left and it was goin' to waste
Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged 
And I love that little game you had called cryin' lightnin' 
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection It was on it's way to meet you thinkin' of excuses to postpone 
You never look like yourself from the side but your profile did not hide 
The fact you knew I was approachin' your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache 
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war 
And though I try 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 cryin' lightnin' 
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons 
Uninvitin' but not half as impossible as everyone assumes 
You are cryin' lightnin'

Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged 
And I hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin' 
Cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'

Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called cryin'