Album: Hot Pink
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on They say that love is like a battlefield
I guess I’m out of ammunition
I’m waving my white flag, trying to capture your attention sugar
B-b-but I’ve got a fever from anticipation
What does it matter no one’s listening
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on This is the winter of our discontent
You are the brunt of my transgression
How can we scream so loud
With arms crossed and lips sealed?
B-b-but I’ve got a fever from anticipation
What does it matter no one’s listening
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the, uh, uh I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on
I can’t tell you
So I’ll scream it through the stereo
Speakers, come on and turn me on