You hate the way I'm always watching videos
11:30 and you just can’t sleep
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
It’s so pathetic that it makes you weep
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
It’s 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 kill my groove
Wooh, it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to
shout
Wooh, it freaks me out
Wooh, it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
I think your weird, it’s written on your resume
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 kill my groove
Wooh, it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to
shout
Wooh, it freaks me out
Wooh, it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
Wooh, it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to
shout
Wooh, it freaks me out
Wooh, it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
Wooh, it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to
shout
Wooh, it freaks me out
Wooh, it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
Wooh, it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to
shout
Wooh, it freaks me out
Wooh, it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
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