[CHERYL] [NADINE] [SARAH] [KIMBERLEY] [NICOLA] [ALL]

You hate the way I'm always watching videos
Eleven-thirty and you just cant sleep
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
Is 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
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove and

Woo it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to shout
Woo it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt

I think your weird it's written on your resumé
You say I'm stupid and my best friend too
And if I smile you think 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 wont quit till you kill my groove and

Woo it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to shout
Woo it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt

Woo it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to shout
Woo it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt

Woo it freaks me out
I've got to scream, I've got to shout
Woo it freaks me out
Like Halloween, I've got no doubt