I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on


They say that love is like a battlefield

I guess I'm out of ammunition

I'm waving my white flag trying to capture your attention sugar

But I've got a fever from anticipation

What does it matter no one's listening

This is the winter of our discontent

You are the brunt of my transgression

How can we scream so loud with arms crossed and lips sealed?

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