Hate My Love - The Proclaimers

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 «A 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 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

Yeah I hate my love my love for you

I hate my love for you

Yeah I hate my love for you