[Verse 1: Alex Turner]
I just sort of always feel sick without you, baby
I ain't got anything to lick without you, baby
Nothing seems to stick without you, baby
Ain't I fallen in love?
It's just the pits without you, baby
It's really just the pits without you, baby
It's like everyone's a dick without you, baby
Ain't I fallen in love?

[Verse 2: Alex Turner]
And all my pals will tell me is that I'm crazy
You bet I'm loopy, alright
And I just don't recognise this fool that you have made me
Woah, I ain't seen him for a while
And as your shrinking figure blows a kiss
I catch and smash it on my lips
Darling, I can't seem to quit
Completely falling to bits
I really might be losing it
The idea that you've existed all along's ridiculous
I don't know what to say

[Bridge: Alex Turner]
Baby, we ought to fuck
Seven years of bad luck out the parlour room mirror
Could I have made it any clearer?
[Chorus: Alex Turner]
It's love like a tongue in a nostril
Love like an ache in the jaw
You're the first day of spring with a septum piercing
Little Miss Sweet Dreams, Tennessee