Saturday music blogging: Radiohead, Creep

Ever wondered how would it change the meaning of Radiohead's Creep if you reversed the personal pronouns?

When I was here before
Couldn't look me in the eye
I'm just like an angel
My skin makes you cry
I float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And you wish you were special
I'm so fucking special

But you're a creep
You're a weirdo
What the hell are you doing here
You don't belong here

You don't care if it hurts
You want to have control
You want a perfect body
You want a perfect soul
You want me to notice
When you're not around
I'm so fucking special
You wish you were special

But you're a creep
You're a weirdo
What the hell are you doing here
You don't belong here

I'm running out the door
I'm running out
I'm run, run, run, running out

Whatever makes me happy
Whatever I want
I'm so fucking special
You wish you were special

But you're a creep
You're a weirdo
What the hell are you doing here
You don't belong here
You don't belong here

Awesome.