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 [Incomprehensible] 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, it is mine 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 Oh, how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory You will find me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, it is 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, it's easy now, yes, it's easy now Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory You will find me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee You will find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory You will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee Better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. LTD.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com