C#m B F#m                                            
You take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons  
Of my blazer, relax the fraying wool, slacken ties 
A E Bm D 
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes find the eyes 
I time every journey to bump into you accidentally  
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all girls I hate 
All the words I hate, all the clothes I hate, how I'll never be, anything I hate 
You smile mention something that you like, did you have a happy life if you did the things you like 
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it 
And what I made is unclear now but his deference is and his laughter is 
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/the-dark-of-the-matinee-franz-ferdinand.php
My words and smile are so easy now, yes easy now, yes, it's easy now 
Bm 
So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories  
D 
And files you must follow, leave this academic factory  
You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee  
Its better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee  
A C#m B F#m  
Is mine, yes it's mine