You Freak Me Out

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

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

Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt

I think you're 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

Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt

Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt

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Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt

Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout

Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt