Oohh you rubbed me up the wrong way Oohh it was something that you didn't say Gotta get it back gotta get it back gotta get it back Or we might just regret it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication It stabbed us in the back this time Is this the end of the line 'cause that'd be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud What got hold of me There's a voice that sounds too loud It bangs on endlessly Wanna live in another world with no frustrations And miscommunication
Oohh why'd we have to try hard Oohh you got under my radar Wanna be detached wanna be detached wanna be detached So I can just forget it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication It stabbed us in the back this time Is this the end of the line 'cause that'd be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud What got hold of me There's a voice that sounds too loud It bangs on endlessly Wanna live in another world with no frustrations And miscommunication
(When we are) Transatlantic (he knows it) drives me frantic (so I ask myself) what's the future (why getta) new computer