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 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 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