You take your white finger 

Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer 

Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties 

And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes 



* So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files 

You must follow, leave this academic factory 

You will find me in the matinee 

The dark of the matinee

It's better in the matinee

The dark of the matinee is mine

Yes it's mine



I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally 

I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate 

All the girls I hate 

All the words I hate

The clothes I hate 

How I'll never be anything I hate 

You smile, mention something that you like 

How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like 



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So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it 

What I made is unclear, but his deference is and his laughter is 

My words and smile are so easy now 

Yes, It's easy now 

Yes, It's easy now 



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