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