CREEP
SCOTT BRADLEE'S POSTMODERN JUKEBOX
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 very 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
want the perfect body
want the perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so very 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 running, she's running, she's running.
Running again
Yeeeaaar
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very 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
'cause I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong
I'm a creep