Creep
Lyrics
You know folks, I was talking with my honey the other day,
My Pablo Honey, I said to her, I said,
"Pablo Honey", I said, I said, "You go to my head, my radio-head."
Ok Computer!
When you were here before
I 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 frickin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the heck am I doing here?
I don't belong here
No, no, no, no!
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
I'll have that special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the heck am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I'm a creep, I'm a nut-job
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable,
Not drinking too much, a pig in a cage on antibiotics!
Writer(s): Mike Hazelwood, Albert Louis Hammond, Edward John O'Brien, Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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