Creep

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 fucking 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 wanna 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!
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 the door.
She's running out,
She run run run run...

Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want.
You're so fucking 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.

Thom Yorke, 1992

A Spicer Crêpe

Below is my "Creep" spoof (originally written in French). Inspiration came from a video of the Q Awards ceremony featuring Thom Thumb and Ed A'Fleck. Wicked, I know, but since I'm not any taller than Thom, I guess the joke could also be on me. The title is actually a pun as in French "relevé" may translate both as "spicy" and "raised up".

Voir la vidéo "Q Awards 2002"

Whenever you stand before me
I cannot look you in the eyes
You're just like a god
Your abs make me cry
You're towering like the Everest
Right above my head
I wish I were hunky
You're so fucking hunky

But I'm a crêpe, I'm an toad
What kind of hell am I living in
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have a leg extension
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect face
Whether or not you're around
I want to be noticed
You're so fucking hunky
I wish I were hunky

But I'm a crêpe, I'm an toad
What kind of hell am I living in
I don't belong here

He's running out smiling
And back again with a stool
So cool cool cool cooooooool

Whatever makes me happy
Whatever I want
You're so fucking hunky
I wish I were hunky

But I'm a crêpe, I'm an toad
What kind of hell am I living in
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

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