Bad reception   Everywhere I go   Missconceptions   Round my back door      Wanted try you on   Wanted to try you out   Don't tell my mother   She might freak out      I was running through your drawers   Hoping you would not bust through the door, baby      Sarah, would it be alright   If I came to you,   Came to you at night      Keep it down below   No-one has to know      Could you shut those doors   I want to try your clothes      With my band by my side   We're finally in   Seeing all the merchandise   Let us begin (begin)      Game is over now   I guess I'm done   Acusations   There's more than one      Did I creep you out?   Did I creep you in?      You don't hate me now   It's who I am      Finally did it but we're under arrest   I'm sorry friends but, this one's a mess