You your white finger Slide the under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken and I'm Not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, the eyes
Find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave 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, mine
I time every journey to bump into you, I you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate All the I hate, all the clothes I hate How I'll never be I hate
You smile something that you like Or how you'd have a happy if you did the things you like
Find me and me through corridors, refectories 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 dark of the matinee is mine, yes, mine
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Wogan how I made it and What I made is now, but his deference is and his laughter is My words and smile are so now Yes, it's easy now, yes, it's now
me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You follow, leave 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 academic factory find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee Better in the matinee, the dark of the is mine, yes, it's mine