Long division

Well
I was lost in conversation
When you called
You were sick and blue
And all that I could do
Is make your fears come true

You see
I'm sick and tired of masturbation
Sick and tired of all this yacky flu
And all that I can do
Is make your fears come true

Then multiply, multiply
Your tears will multiply
Multiply

Well
I was stuck in contemplation
When you called
You couldn't get through
And all that call could do
Is make your fears come true

You see
I'm sick and tired of our confrontation
Sick and tired you stick to me like glue
And all that I can do...
Make your fears come true

Then multiply, multiply
Your tears will multiply, multiply
True love with me will die