The Dark Of The Matinee

	  		C#m B F#m                                            
You take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons  
Of my blazer, relax the fraying wool, slacken ties 
A E Bm D 
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes find the eyes 
I time every journey to bump into you accidentally  
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all 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, did you have a happy life if you did the things you like 
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 easy now, yes, it's easy now 
Bm 
So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories  
D 
And files you must follow, leave this academic factory  
You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee  
Its better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee  
A C#m B F#m  
Is mine, yes it's mine