You Freak Me Out
You hate the way I'm always watching videos, 11: 30, and you just can't sleep
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
It's 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 won't 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 you're weird. it's 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 won't 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
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
It's 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 won't 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 you're weird. it's 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 won't 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): Timothy Martin Powell, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Brian Higgins
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