Love To Hate

Fashion fascists out in droves,
some with powder up their nose
and the money men who had to steal away.
Telling stories who they’ve had.
Who’s a no count, who looks bad.
Then they turn around and say how much they like you
like you, like you? No.

I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I really do

Playing games with people’s lives,
change the rules when stakes are high.
All the vampires come out at night to play
Things are different today,
that is always what you say.
Well maybe so, except for people like you
like you, like you? No.

I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I really do

Look around you can’t look down.
You might miss out on what you think
is cool… you fool

You’ve decided who I am, in this brief experience
and if it’s worth spending your precious time on me.
My friend Mel he could relate,
told me once I love to hate
I get so hot the words get stuck
stuck like you, like you, like you?
No.

I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I really do

I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I really do

It’s not just the clothes that you wear
Or the way you do your hair
It’s just you.

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