You take your finger Slide the under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer the fraying wool, slacken ties and I'm Not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, the eyes
me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You follow, leave this academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's
I every journey to bump into you, accidentally I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I All the words I hate, all the I hate How I'll be anything I hate
You smile mention something that you Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and You follow, leave this academic factory You'll me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I it and What I is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is My and smile are so easy now Yes, it's now, yes, it's easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, and files You must follow, this academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, dark of the It's better in the matinee, the of the matinee
Well, find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this factory You'll find me in the matinee, the of the matinee in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine