Creep - Peter Principles

«Somebody goes 'Fuck yeah, I do!'

Fine, well you know, fuck you

We’re going to play it anyway.

Ha.

(„Fine!“) Fine.

(„Fine.“)

I’m not even gonna tell you what it is now

You guys are just gonna have to guess.»

(«It's Creep!») (cheers)

(laughs) «Dammit.»)

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

You’re so fucking special

I wish I was special

But I’m a creep

But I’m a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

Well 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, special

And I wish I was special, special

But I’m a creep

But I’m a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

Well I don’t belong here

You, you

Run, run, you run

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You’re so fucking special, yes, you are

I wish I was special

But I’m a creep

Well I’m a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don’t belong here

But I’m a creep

But I’m a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don’t belong here

I don’t belong here