Freaks in love   Tiny freaks in love   I quiver in convulsions   Arm in arm      And the thoughts in my head   And the stains on the bed   At night don't seem so pathetic      Tiny freaks   Tiny freaks in love   I hear 'em scratching on the mattress   Arm in arm in arm      Ch: and you crawl down the stairs   With your tongue full of hair   And you know that you're going to regret it   Everyone looks the same   Every arm every vein   But at night it ain't so pathetic      It's beyond me      Get away.