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