Hey, hey, hey When you look you see right through me Cut the rope, I fell to my knees Born and broken every single time Always keep me under finger
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
Yes, it's me again And I'm back Creep Oh I, oh I, oh I, baby Creep Oh I, oh I, oh I, yeah Creep Oh I, oh I, oh I, baby Creep Oh I, oh I, oh I, yeah
A stallion Ass like pow Chest like bang Lips like, ooh An angel mane But she had the devil's eyes I had to have her cat Pass me the one, fifty one and
Originally performed 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
Slither Try to slither in my soul Is to take and twist me, their only goal Won't let the wicked of the world have their way Seen the traps they've set
The 22nd of loneliness And we've been through so many thangs I love my girl with all honesty But I know she's cheatin' on me I look her in the eyes but
That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun
Forward yesterday Makes me wanna stay What they said was real Makes me wanna steal Livin' under house Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse All's I got is time
You throw a look, I catch a stare You're checkin' me up and down Temptation's in the air Is it against the law to wanna taste? A sexy boy, the heat is
Don't go looking for snakes You might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun You might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? Ooh, watch the puppets
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
CREEP God IA'm such a creep IA'm having so much fun breaking up ItA's getting kind of wicked And thereA's no need to weep ItA's more like a relief
Don't you got better things to do Than spread your gossip and speak what's untrue? You go to church, see through your haughty eyes, Go to your friends
He reads books; of the list book club And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around