Oohh you rubbed me up the wrong way    Oohh it was something that you didn't say    Gotta get it back gotta get it back gotta get it back    Or we might just regret it       We seem to have a knack for    it stabbed us in the back this time    Is this the end of the line    'cause that'd be a crime       Now I sit under an angry cloud    what got hold of me    There's a voice that sounds too loud    it bangs on endlessly    wanna live in another world with no frustrations    and miscommunication       Oohh why'd we have to try hard    Oohh you got under my radar    Wanna be detached wanna be detached wanna be detached    So I can just forget it       We seem to have a knack for miscommunication    it stabbed us in the back this time    Is this the end of the line    'cause that'd be a crime       Now I sit under an angry cloud    what got hold of me    there's a voice that sounds too loud    it bangs on endlessly    wanna live in another world with no frustrations    and miscommunication       (When we are) Transatlantic    (he knows it) drives me frantic    (so I ask myself) what's the future    (why getta) new computer       Oohh it was something that you didn't say?