 Lyrics > "You Freak Me Out" |
T. Powell, M. Cooper, B. Higgins, L. Nystrom |
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| 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 you 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 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 you 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 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 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 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 |
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