You hate me when I'm always watching videos,
11:30 and you just can't sleep,
You think whatever am i 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,
and you just won't quit till you kill my groove,

[Chorus]
Whoo, it freaks me out, I've got to scream, I've got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, i have no doubt,

I think your weird, its written on your resume,
You say I'm stupid,your my best friend too,
And if i smile, 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 can't quit till you kill my groove,

[Chorus: x4]

Writer : COOPER, MIRANDA ELEANOR DE FONBRUNE / HIGGINS, BRIAN THOMAS / POWELL, TIMOTHY MARTIN / GRAY, MATTHEW DEL / COLER, NICK / MAHAN, SHAWN LEE / NYSTROEM, LENE CRAWFORD
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.