The Dark Of The Matinée

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 matinée, the dark of the matinée
It's better in the matinée, the dark of the matinée is mine
Yes, it's mine

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
Oh, how you'd have a happy life
If you did the things you like

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories
Files, you must follow, leave this academic factory
You'll find me in the matinée, the dark of the matinée
It's better in the matinée, the dark of the matinée is mine
Yes, it's mine

So I'm on BBC Two 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 matinée, dark of the matinée
It's better in the matinée, the dark of the matinée

You will find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinée, the dark of the matinée
Better in the matinée, the dark of the matinée is mine
Yes, it's mine