Well
I was lost in conversation
When you called
You were sick and blue
But all that I could do
Was make your fears come true
You see
I'm sick and tired of masturbation
Sick and tired of all this yucky flu
So all that I could do
Is make your fears come true
Than multiply multiply
Fears will multiply
Multiply
Well
I was lost in contemplation
When you called
You cannot get through
So all that call could do
Is make your fears come true
You see
I'm sick of all our confrontation
Sick of how you stick to me like glue
So all that I could do
Is make your fears come true
Than multiply multiply
Fears will multiply
And your love for me will die