[Verse 1: Michael Gross:]
Bad reception everywhere I go
Misconceptions round my back door
Wanted to try you on
Wanted to try you out
Don't tell my mother, she might freak out

[Chorus: Dallon Weekes:]
I was running through your drawers
Hoping you would not bust through that door, baby

[Verse 2: Michael Gross:]
Sarah, Would it be alright
If I came to you, came to you at night?
Keep it down real low
No one has to know
Could you shut those doors, while I try your clothes?

[Chorus: Dallon Weekes:]
With my brother by my side we're finally in
Seen all the merchandise, let us begin

[Verse 3: Michael Gross:]
The game is over now
I guess I'm done
Accusations
There's more than one
Did I creep you out?
Did I creep you in?
Please don't hatе me now, it's who I am
[Chorus: Dallon Weekes:]
Finally did it, but we're undеr arrest
I'm sorry friends but this was our best