I want her love Baby, I'll get down on my knees But from above I saw my life beside the sea Condemned to be F-f-f-freaky I want her love Talking 'bout a sexistential need But undreamed of Faces, they wait for you and me Condemned to be F-f-f-freaky The function of words is to conceal thought And, um F-f-f-freaky Every flower just like the Buddha's eye Every flower just like the Buddha's eye And here's the story, over and over again F-f-f-freaky F-f-f-freaky F-f-f-freaky