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 really do.
Playing games with people 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 …
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 …
It’s not just the clothes that you wear
Or the way you do your hair
It’s just you.