I'm a Creep

Creep by Radiohead

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 frickin 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 frickin 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 run, run, run run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so frickin 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.

Completely Uninteresting Tidbit of Knowledge

Well hello there.

For those who enjoyed the cautionary tale of penis diseases, here is a possibly interesting nougat of information...

Greg is not the actual name of the unfortunate fellow, I changed it in order to give him some anonymity!

Also, quite frankly, I have forgotten his name.

The reason this is interesting, is because after this tragic even unfolded, I heard a song called "Go-Getter-Greg". This song I felt was made for penis boy, so I decided to make his name Greg in future recounting of the story.

So I bring to you the lyrics of Go-Getter-Greg and a link to youtube so you may actually hear the wonderful melody.

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Oh, hello.
Hi
You must be new I guess
At least you're new to me
Saw you unpacking your car
So I said to myself
Maybe I should help her out
Since we're neighbors now
And all the other people here are elderly
And probably a little standoffish
And I've got nothing to do (and whatnot)
By the way I live in 207
My name is Greg
Wherever are my manners
Let me get that heavy box

I'm a go-getter guy
With a gun on my hip
I'm just searching for that someone
To be firing it
I've narrowed down the field
And I'm taking a glance
And I'd say you've got a pretty good chance
To be my girlfriend

What's up
Didn't mean to sneak up on you there
I looked downstairs and saw you leaving
So what's up
I haven't seen you at the pool
Since the barbecue
Not that I've been checking
Here's the deal
I've got this thing
For work this weekend
And I was wondering
If you don't have
Anything going on
That maybe
Ok, hey that's cool
You're busy
But we should hit up
Jose O'Flannegens
For jello shots
Your call
It's ok not this week
But Monday
You could come over tonight
I'll be watching cop dramas
Smoking fatty fatties

I'm a go-getter guy
With a gun on my hip
I'm just searching for that someone
To be firing it
I've narrowed down the field
And I'm taking a glance
And I'd say you've got a pretty good chance
To be my girlfriend

(Oooo)
I've given it some thought
(Wahoo)
And I really think
(Wahoo)
That you could use
A guy like me
(Ooo)
In your life
Looking after you
A man to take you home
A hand for you to hold
And I'd never
Leave you alone!

I'm a go-getter guy
With a gun on my hip
I'm just searching for that someone
To be firing it
I've narrowed down the field
And I'm taking a glance
And I'd say you've got a pretty good chance
To be my girlfriend

I'm a go-getter guy
I'm a go-getter guy
I've narrowed down the field
And I've taken a glance
And I'd say you've got a pretty good chance
Chance
Chance
To be my girlfriend

I'll leave it there
Call me back
Call me back
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and for your listening pleasure, click on the title :)