It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
You smile, mention something that you like
Time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
You will find me in the matinee, dark of the matinee
Yes, it's easy now, yes, it's easy now
It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, it is mine
All the words I hate, all the clothes I hate, how I'll never be anything I hate
Oh, how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
My words and smile are so easy now
You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory
You will find me in the matinee, dark of the matinee
You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory
You will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and
You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory
You will find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this [Incomprehensible] factory
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, it is mine
You will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
