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 very 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 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's running Well, she's running out again I said she's running out She runs, runs, runs, runs, oh Well, I said, I said she runs I said she Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so very special Yeah, I wish I was special But I'm a creep Ooh, I said it I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't belong, -ong, mm I'm a creep, oh I'm, I'm a weirdo, oh What the hell am I doing here? Oh yeah, oh no I don't belong here, ooh I don't belong here --- Creep - Haley Reinhart , Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox and Scott Bradlee