Thom Yorke
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 were 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

I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I were special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out the door
She's running out
She run run run run…
Run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I were 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 belong here…