Creep
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
And I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
No, no, she runs
And she's running out away
I said she's running out
She runs, runs, runs, runs
Autor(es): Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Edward OBrien, Jonathan Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
