i hope this is a smash hit song sorry seymour you are dead you lost the thing inside your head you don t believe in loving you don t believe in nothing seymour seymour what you were making is magical now you don t belive in nothing she was naked seymour she was making you melt seymour pull the covers over your head playing frankie cause you re dead pull the covers over your head i know i know it s all wrong i know i know it s not what it used to be seymour says i like you but i don t mean to fuck you i love you fuck you i love you what you were making is magical now you don t belive in nothing she was naked seymour she was making you melt