Creep
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eyes
Your just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In this beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so very special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
Oh oh
She's running the door
She's running out
She run run run run
Run
I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Writer/s: Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Edward OBrien, Jonathan Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
