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 glue

All that I can do

Is make your fears come true



Then multiply

Multiply

Tears will multiply

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