Creep

Albert Hammond / Colin Greenwood / Edward O'Brien / Jonathan Greenwood / Mike Hazlewood / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke

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 doin' 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
So fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door (run)
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 doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Trivia about the song Creep by First to Eleven

Who composed the song “Creep” by First to Eleven?
The song “Creep” by First to Eleven was composed by Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Edward O'Brien, Jonathan Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, and Thomas Yorke.

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