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
And 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...

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


Vocals and Guitar: Thom E. Yorke
Lead Guitar, Piano and Organ: Jon Greenwood
Guitar and Vocals: Ed O'Brien
Bass: Colin Greenwood
Drums: Phil Selway

Produced and engineered by Sean Slade and Paul Q. Kolderie.
Recorded at Chipping Norton Studio, Oxon.
Mixed by Sean Slade and Paul Q. Kolderie at Fort Apache, Roxbury, Mass.
Mastered by Chris Blair at Abbey Road.
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd. / Rondor Music (London) Ltd.