It's my first day at Oxford and I'm not feeling very self-assured
I've been walking for miles up and down these marble halls
An Irish girl with ivory skin passes me by
I'm much too shy
Did you think you were different to them?
Because you read Keats when you were in Year 10?
I don't think she thinks you're different at all
Oxford scholar, spiked collar
It's my first week at Oxford and I'm not feeling very self-assured
There are legion and scores of bookish boys knocking at your door
I write you heartfelt letters on my hardwood flooring
I'm just so boring
Did you think you were different to them?
Because you read Keats when you were in Year 10?
I don't think she thinks you're different at all
Oxford scholar, spiked collar
I left a part of me on your floor and you said I could keep it
Angel, my lips are sealed and I won't share your Victoria Secret
Wake up yawning, stretching beside me, yawning
Barely a smile when we're partners Friday morning
Oh, we got a passing grade
And all it got me was a passing wave
I don't think you think I'm special at all
Oxford scholar, spiked collar