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.



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

accidentaly 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 find me and follow me...etc.



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



find me and follow me...etc.




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