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. 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 hateall 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 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. 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. Well 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