In looking up the lyrics to post for this song, I have learned that Thom Yorke describes this song as being about a drunk guy who can't get up the nerve to talk to a beautiful lady, and so follows her around. So... yeah. Turns out that Creep puts the creep in creepy. Also, Yorke was all, "it's hard to be a sensitive dude and still be seen as sexy," which might have some legitimacy to it but also sounds dangerously close to complaining about being friendzoned all the time. I smack my forehead. (But will still sing along with the song.) (Source)
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CREEP
by Radiohead
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 was special
You're so fuckin' 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 fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
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 fuckin' special
I wish I was 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
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