You your white finger Slide the under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer the fraying wool, slacken ties and I'm Not to at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors, and files You follow, leave this academic factory find 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 every journey to bump you, accidentally I charm you and tell you of the 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 life if you did the things you like
Find me and follow me corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic You'll find me in the matinee, dark of the It's better in the matinee, the of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine
So I'm on BBC2 now, Terry Wogan how I made it and What I made is now, but his deference is and his laughter is My words and are so easy now Yes, it's easy now, yes, easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and You must follow, this academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the
Well, find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, the of the matinee Better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's