I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on   I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on   They say that love is like a battlefield   I guess I'm out of ammunition   I'm waving my white flag   Trying to capture your attention, sugar   But, but, but, but I've got a fever from anticipation   What does it matter, no one's listening      I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on   I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on      This is the winter of our discontent   You are the brunt of my transgression   How can we scream so loud   With arms crossed and lips sealed?    But, but, but, but I've got a fever from anticipation   What does it matter, no one's listening      I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on   I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on      I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo      I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on   I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo   Speakers come on and turn me on