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
From 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
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be
anything I hate
You smile,
mention something
that you like
Or 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 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, 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
Just 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...