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 ya 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
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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 resum