Hate a lot of things
But I love a few things
And you are one of them
Hard to believe
After all of these years
But you are one of them
Walk down the street
I'm thinking:
Everybody move along
I've got a sad-hearted needing
to belong
Nevertheless
It's all the mess you made
But I can let it go
Walk down the street
I'm thinking:
Lot at all the ants in a farm
I've got a sad-hearted feeling
to harm
Hate a lot of things
But I love a few things
And you are one of them