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...