I like the smell of petrol
I love the taste of booze
But I hate my love for you
Yes, I hate my love for you
I like Johnny Cash
Singing a boy named sue
But I hate my love for you
Yes, I hate my love for you
You're worse than drink
You're worse than crack
For you, they should bring hanging back
And I should be the one to string you up
I hate the sound of cliche
As it begins to call
But I hate my love for you
Most of all
I, I hate
I hate my love for you
I hate my love for you
I'd tell your ma, I'd tell your pa
But you don't come from Arkansas
And I can't send you back where you belong
I like the way you're standing
In just your high heeled shoes
But I hate my love for you
Yes, I hate my love for you
Well, I hate my love for you
Yeah, I hate my love for you
Oh-yeah (wow)
