Well I was lost in conversation   When he called you were sick and blue   All that I could do   Is make your fears come true      You see I'm sick and tired of masturbation   Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu   All that I can do   Is make your fears come true      Then multiply   Multiply   Tears will multiply   Multiply      Well I was lost in contemplation   When he called you could not get through   And all that call could do   Is make your fears come true      You see I'm sick and tired of our confrontations   Sick and tired, you stick to me like glue   All that I could do   Is make your fears come true      Then multiply   Multiply   Tears will multiply   Multiply      Your love for me will die