 (T. Powell, M. Cooper, B. Higgins, L. Nystrom)
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 you
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
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 resumé
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've killed my groove
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
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
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
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