Well
I was lost in conversation
When you called
You were sick and blue
And all that I could do
Is make your fears come true
You see
I'm sick and tired of masturbation
Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu
So all that I can do
Is make your fears come true
Then multiply, multiply
Your fears will multiply
Multiply
Well
I was lost in contemplation
When you called
You couldn't get through
So all that call could do
Is make your fears come true
You see
I'm sick of all our confrontation
Sick and tired you stick to me like glue
So all that I can do...
Is make your fears come true
Then multiply, multiply
Your fears will multiply, multiply
And your love for me will die
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