Well
I was lost in conversation
When you 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 flue
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 you called
You couldn't get through
So all that call could do
Is make your fears come true

You see
I'm sick of all our confrontation
Sick of how you stick to me like glue
So all that I can do
Is make your fears come true

Then multiply, multiply
Your fears will multiply, multiply
And your love for me will die