Listen to Creep (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Creep (feat. Haley Reinhart)

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Piano

Haley Reinhart

Vocals

Adam Kubota

Bass

Ben Golder

Saxophone

Chip Thomas

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Albert Hammond

Composer

Edward O'Brien

Composer

Jonny Greenwood

Jonny Greenwood

Composer

Mike Hazlewood

Composer

Philip Selway

Composer

Thom Yorke

Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

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 very special

[Verse 2]

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

[Verse 3]

I don't care if it hurts

I wanna have control

I want the perfect body

I 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

[Verse 4]

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

Oh, oh

[Verse 5]

She's running

Well she's running out the door

I said she's running out

She runs, runs, runs

Runs

Well I said, I said she runs

I said she runs

[Verse 6]

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so very special

Yeah, I wish I was special

[Verse 7]

But I'm a creep

Ooh, I said it

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong

[Verse 8]

I'm a creep

I'm, I'm a weirdo, whoa-whoa

What the hell am I doing here?

Oh yeah, oh no

Oh, I don't belong here-ooh

I don't belong here

Written by: Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Jonny Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thom Yorke