You take your white finger
  Slide the nail under the top
  and bottom buttons of my blazer
  Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
  And I'm not to look at you in the shoe,
  but the eyes
  
  find me and follow me
  through corridors, refactories 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
  it's mine
  yes it's mine
  
  I time every journey
  to bump into you, accidentally
  I charm you and tell you
  of the boys I hate
  All the girls I hate
  all the words I hate
  All the cloths I hate
  How I'll never be
  anything I hate
  You smile, mention something that you like
  How you'd have a happy life
  if you did the things you like
  
  find me and follow me...
  
  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, It's easy now
  yes, it's easy now
  
  find me and follow me...