Well I was lost in conversation

When he called, you were sick and blue

But all that I could do

Was make your fears come true

You see I’m sick and tired of masturbation

Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu

So all that I can do

Is make your fears come true

Then multiply

Multiply

Your fears will multiply

Multiply

Well I was lost in contemplation

When he called you could not get through

So all that call could do

Was make your fears come true

You see I’m sick of all our confrontations

Sick of how you stick to me like glue

So all that I could do

Is make your fears come true

Then multiply

Multiply

Your fears will multiply

Multiply

And your love for me will die