Texty: Pink Spiders. Hot Pink. Stereo Speakers.

I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on
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, but, but, but I've got a fever from anticipation
What does it matter? No one's listening

I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on
I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on

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?
But, but, but, but I've got a fever from anticipation
What does it matter, no one's listening

I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on
I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on

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

I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on
I can't tell you, so I'll scream it through the stereo
Speakers come on and turn me on