Franz Ferdinand

Katherine, kiss me
Slip your little lips will split me
Split me away, your eye won't hit me
Yes, I love you, I mean, I
I'd love to get to know you
Sometimes I say the stupid things I think, I mean, I
Sometimes I think the stupidest things
And do you ever wonder how the boy feels?
Katherine, kiss me
Flick your cigarette then kiss me
Flick your eyes at mine so briefly
Your leather jacket lies in sticky pools of Cider Blackberry