text: 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