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'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 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 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'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'll 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'll 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