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