Fashion fascists out in droves,
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Some with powder up their nose...
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And the money men who had to steal away.
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Telling stories who they've had.
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Who's a no count, who looks bad.
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Then they turn around and say how much they like you...
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Like you... Like you ? No.
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I love to hate you... I love to hate you... I really do.
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Playing games with people lives
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Change the rules when stakes are high.
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All the vampires come out at night to play...
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Things are different today, that is always what you say.
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Well maybe so, except for people like you...
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Like you... Like you ? No.
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I love to hate you...
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Look around you can't look down.
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You might miss out on what you think is cool... You fool.
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You've decided who I am, in this brief experience
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And if it's worth spending your precious time on me.
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My friend Mel he could relate,
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Told me once I love to hate
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I get so hot the words get stuck
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Stuck like you...
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Like you... Like you ? No.
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I love to hate you...
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It's not just the clothes that you wear
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Or the way you do your hair
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It's just you.
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Love To Hate
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Cyndi Lauper |