| Song | This Paranoia |
| Artist | Kim Wilde |
| Album | Come Out and Play |
| Oooh, I feel the fear in you | |
| I see it in your face | |
| I know the color, shape, the size | |
| I even know the taste | |
| You wear it like a trophy | |
| But I see it wear you down | |
| I hold my breath and count to ten | |
| Each time you come around | |
| Now here we go again | |
| And both of us pretend | |
| You know it has no end | |
| This paranoia | |
| Why'd you want to bring me down again | |
| Ooh, this paranoia | |
| What's it doing for ya? | |
| Why don't you throw it out! | |
| Ooh, you make a calculation | |
| And you always know the score | |
| You say that two and two is ten | |
| Even when we know it's four | |
| And if a judge and jury turned to you | |
| And said “guilty†| |
| You'd only look them in the eye | |
| And say “it wasn't me†| |
| Now here we go again | |
| And both of us pretend | |
| You know it has no end | |
| This paranoia | |
| Blaming everybody for your own mistakes | |
| Don't know how much longer | |
| I can fake this | |
| Ooh, cos I can't take no more | |
| This paranoia | |
| Throw it out |
| Oooh, I feel the fear in you | |
| I see it in your face | |
| I know the color, shape, the size | |
| I even know the taste | |
| You wear it like a trophy | |
| But I see it wear you down | |
| I hold my breath and count to ten | |
| Each time you come around | |
| Now here we go again | |
| And both of us pretend | |
| You know it has no end | |
| This paranoia | |
| Why' d you want to bring me down again | |
| Ooh, this paranoia | |
| What' s it doing for ya? | |
| Why don' t you throw it out! | |
| Ooh, you make a calculation | |
| And you always know the score | |
| You say that two and two is ten | |
| Even when we know it' s four | |
| And if a judge and jury turned to you | |
| And said guilty | |
| You' d only look them in the eye | |
| And say it wasn' t me | |
| Now here we go again | |
| And both of us pretend | |
| You know it has no end | |
| This paranoia | |
| Blaming everybody for your own mistakes | |
| Don' t know how much longer | |
| I can fake this | |
| Ooh, cos I can' t take no more | |
| This paranoia | |
| Throw it out |