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
Find 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 its mi----ine
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
all 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.
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 its mi----ine
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it
And what I made is unclear now
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
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
Well 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 mi----ine