Nem todas as cartas de amor são ridículas…


“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 worldAnd

I wish I was 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 want to 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 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 again,

She’s running out

She’s run, run, run running out...

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You’re so fucking 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.

RADIOHEAD / Album Pablo Honey