Song parody of
Miscommunication
by Delta Goodrem
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Ooh you rubbed me up the wrong way
Ooh it was something that you didn't say
Gotta get it back gotta get it back gotta get it back
Or we might just regret it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication
It stabbed us in the back this time
Is this the end of the line
'cause that'd be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud
What got hold of me
There's a voice that sounds too loud
It bangs on endlessly
want to live in another world with no frustrations
And miscommunication
Ooh why'd we have to try hard
Ooh you got under my radar
want to be detached want to be detached want to be detached
So I can just forget it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication
It stabbed us in the back this time
Is this the end of the line
'cause that'd be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud
What got hold of me
There's a voice that sounds too loud
It bangs on endlessly
want to live in another world with no frustrations
And miscommunication
(When we are) Transatlantic
(he knows it) drives me frantic
(so I ask myself) what's the future
(why getta) new computer
Ooh it was something that you didn't say?
Ooh you rubbed me up the wrong way
Ooh it was something that you didn't say
Gotta get it back gotta get it back gotta get it back
Or we might just regret it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication
It stabbed us in the back this time
Is this the end of the line
'cause that'd be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud
What got hold of me
There's a voice that sounds too loud
It bangs on endlessly
want to live in another world with no frustrations
And miscommunication
Ooh why'd we have to try hard
Ooh you got under my radar
want to be detached want to be detached want to be detached
So I can just forget it
We seem to have a knack for miscommunication
It stabbed us in the back this time
Is this the end of the line
'cause that'd be a crime
Now I sit under an angry cloud
What got hold of me
There's a voice that sounds too loud
It bangs on endlessly
want to live in another world with no frustrations
And miscommunication
(When we are) Transatlantic
(he knows it) drives me frantic
(so I ask myself) what's the future
(why getta) new computer
Ooh it was something that you didn't say?
