Well I was lost in conversation
When he called you were sick and blue
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 yucky flue
All that I can do
Is make your fears come true
Then multiply
Multiply
Tears will multiply
Well I was lost in contemplation
When he called you could not get through
And all that call could do
Is make your fears come true
You see I'm sick and tired of our confrontations
Sick and tired, you stick to me like glue
All that I could do
Is make your fears come true
Then multiply
Multiply
Tears will multiply
Multiply
Your love for me will die
