(Sung to Relena.)
::Chorus::
You make me wanna throw my laptop out the window,
Tell the Federation to cut the phone poles,
Break my lease, wait, nevermind...
Cause you're a bugaboo, a bugaboo.
I wanna put your number on the call block,
Have Doctor J make my e-mail stop,
Cause you're a bugaboo, you're buggin' what?
You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me, and don't you see it ain't cool?
::Verse one::
It's not hot...that you be callin' me, stressin' me, pagin' my gundam, you're just nonstop!
And it's not hot, that you be huntin' me when I've disappeared so you can stop by.
When I first met you just drooled,
I tried to run but you were smooth.
Cause 20 minutes after you learned my name,
You were callin' it, and that's not cool.
So what? You called an ambulace.
What now, I guess you think I owe you?
You don't have to stalk as much as you do,
I would've died to get rid of you.
And so what? Duo liked you.
He stopped me, I really wanted to shoot you.
I bet if he knew you, he'd shoot you too.
You wanna know why? 'Cause you're a bugaboo!
::Chorus::
You make me wanna throw my laptop out the window,
Tell the Federation to cut the phone poles,
Break my lease...::Deathglare::
Cause you're a bugaboo, a bugaboo.
I wanna put your name on my deathlist,
Have Doctor J make my e-mail stop,
Cause you're a bugaboo, you're buggin' what?
You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me, and don't you see I'll kill you?
::Verse Two::
It's not hot, that when I'm trying to infiltrate you blow my cover and figure me out.
And it's not hot that I can't even go out with my Gundam without you trackin' me down.
You need to chill out with that mess,
Or you're gonna find yourself dead,
Cause everytime I see you, I seem to go mad,
And I'm prayin' that you'll find someone else.
So what? You're a pacifist.
What now, I guess you think I am too?
You don't have to talk as much as you do,
I'm thinkin' 'bout just killing you.
And so what? Milliardo liked you.
He stopped them, I think I should have...
...finished the job Une was told to do.
You wanna know why? 'Cause you're a bugaboo!
::Chorus Until Fadeout::
Oh, I don't own the song..aww, fuck it, don't sue me! You'll get a beat up Ford F-150 and an unworking computer! Ja Ne!
-Tamara Evans Copyright2000