I hate seagulls and I hate being sick. I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits. I hate falling over, I hate grazing my knee. I hate picking up the scab a little bit too early
My phobia has got me. And I dare not leave the room. I'm stare out of my window. With my loneliness in bloom I try to call you and I try to call you. From the phone box down the hall. I'd like to
Like a drum like a drum. Every time you walk on by I got a sight high. You make my heart beat. Like a drum (heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat). Every time you look my way I gotta say hey. You make my
