You your white finger Slide the nail under the top and 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 me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the is mine, yes, it's mine
I time journey to bump into you, accidentally I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the I hate All the I hate, all the clothes I hate How never be anything I hate
You smile mention something you like Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you
Find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You follow, leave this academic factory You'll me in the matinee, dark of the matinee 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, easy now, yes, it's easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, and files You must follow, leave academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, dark of the It's better in the matinee, the dark of the
Well, find me and follow me through corridors, and files You must follow, leave this factory You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine