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'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Its 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 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, did you 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'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Its better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Is mine, yes it's mine
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 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'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Its better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Is mine, yes it's mine
Transcrição: Alexandre Neves