You take white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, 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 must follow, leave this factory find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee It's in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine
I time every 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 clothes I 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 Terry Wogan how I 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 corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic You'll me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Well, find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You follow, leave this academic factory find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee Better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, mine