You hate the way I'm always watching videos

11:30 and you just can't sleep

You think whatever I've got playing on my stereo

Is so pathetic that it makes you weep



And the beat goes on when I get back home

And I run straight past ya to the telephone

And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes

But you just won't quit 'till you've killed my groove



-Chorus-

And woo, it freaks me out

I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Woo, it freaks me out

Like Halloween, I've got no doubt



I think you're weird it's written on your resumé

You say I'm stupid and my best friend too

And if I smile you think I'm doing it to get my way

And if I don't I've got an attitude



And the beat goes on when I get back home

And I run straight past ya to the telephone

And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes

But you just won't quit 'till you've killed my groove



-Chorus-

And woo, it freaks me out

I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Woo, it freaks me out

Like Halloween, I've got no doubt

(repeat x3)






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