I like the smell of petrol
I love the taste of booze
But I hate my love for you
Yeah I hate my love for you

I like Johnny Cash
Singing "Boy Named Sue"
But I hate my love for you
Yeah I hate my love for you

You're worse that 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

Hate my love for you, hate my love for you

I'd tell your ma
I'd tell your pa
But you [bad word] 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
Yeah I hate my love my love for you

I hate my love for you
Yeah I hate my love for you