You Freak Me Out (Backing Track) [In the Style of Girls Aloud]
You hate the way I'm always watching videos,
11: 30 and you just cant sleep,
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
Its so pathetic that it makes you weep.
And the beat goes on when I get back home,
And I run straight past you to the telephone,
And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes,
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
I think your weird, its written on your resume,
You say I'm stupid, and my best friend too,
And if I smile, you think I'm doing it to get my way,
And if I don't, I've got an attitude.
And the beat goes on when I get back home,
And I run straight past you to the telephone,
And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes,
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
11: 30 and you just cant sleep,
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
Its so pathetic that it makes you weep.
And the beat goes on when I get back home,
And I run straight past you to the telephone,
And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes,
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
I think your weird, its written on your resume,
You say I'm stupid, and my best friend too,
And if I smile, you think I'm doing it to get my way,
And if I don't, I've got an attitude.
And the beat goes on when I get back home,
And I run straight past you to the telephone,
And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes,
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Coler, Timothy Martin Powell, Brian Thomas Higgins, Matthew Del Gray, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Lene Crawford Nystroem, Shawn Lee Mahan
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