Love, Hate

Love, hate
Hate to admit that I love you

Feels like I'm crawling cross the desert sands
And you are just a mirage
I poured the water on the wicked witch
Now you're the Wizard of Oz

Disappointment is my middle name
And it's a hard one to spell
If you must ask me why I feel this way
Guess you don't know me too well

'Cause I do bend over backwards for you
But you do nothing for me
Love, hate
Hate to admit that I love you

I took a bullet from your tommy gun
On St. Valentine's Day
The slings and arrows of your wicked tongue
I just brush them away

I know you love me somewhere deep inside
That somewhere's so hard to find
Maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion
Maybe I'm out of my mind

'Cause I do bend over backwards for you
But you don't do much for me
Love, hate
Hate to admit that I love you

So that's the end of my soliloquy
I hope you're writing this down
You've never taken me too seriously
So why should you start now

I know I tend to exaggerate
I've got a flair for the dramatic it's true
But when you tell me that I've gotta wait
That's not so easy to do

'Cause I do bend over backwards for you
Won't you bend over for me?
Love, hate
Hate to admit that I love you
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