When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eyes
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 very special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
So 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
I don't belong here
Don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
Want a perfect body
Want a perfect soul
And I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so very special
Yeah 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
Oh, oh, she
She's running out again, hey
She's running out
She runs, runs, run
Run
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Creep was written by Naeleck & Thom Yorke & Jonny Greenwood & Philip Selway & Colin Greenwood & Ed O’Brien & Mike Hazlewood & Albert Hammond.
Creep was produced by Naeleck.