When you're 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 f*cking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
I just want to know
All I want to control
I want a perfect body
Want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
And I wish I was special
You're so f*cking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't belong here
Oh, she's long run again
She's running out, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
I'm a weirdo
What the hell, what the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
Creep Video (MV)
Performed By: Bebel Gilberto
Language: English
Length: 4:14
Written by: Mike Hazelwood, Albert Louis Hammond, Edward John O'Brien, Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Bebel Gilberto - Creep Lyrics
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English
When you're 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 f*cking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
I just want to know
All I want to control
I want a perfect body
Want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
And I wish I was special
You're so f*cking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't belong here
Oh, she's long run again
She's running out, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
I'm a weirdo
What the hell, what the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
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 f*cking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
I just want to know
All I want to control
I want a perfect body
Want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
And I wish I was special
You're so f*cking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't belong here
Oh, she's long run again
She's running out, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
I'm a weirdo
What the hell, what the hell I'm doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
Writer: Mike Hazelwood, Albert Louis Hammond, Edward John O'Brien, Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Word Collections Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.