Hate Song

Tyrone Wells

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    This is a song about stuff that I hate
    Momma always said that hate was a strong, strong word
    Poppa always said that words of hate should never be heard
    But I'm getting older and I just cannot lie
    There are things I hate, no matter how hard I try
    I hate traffic, I hate dirt in my eyes
    I hate spiders, and I hate girlfriends that lie
    I hate cancer, I hate cauliflower pie
    But most of all, I hate my ex-girlfriend's new guy, I hate that guy
    The good book says that we should love everyone
    And I'm doing my best, but it's easier said than done
    This new guy was a good friend of mine before
    Caught him with my girl in his mustang ford
    I hate taxes, I hate stink bugs and flies
    I hate rug burns, and I hate poke dot ties
    I hate Mike Tyson, 'cause bite your ear then bust you in the eye
    But most of all, I hate my ex-girlfriend's new guy, I hate that guy
    I was sittin' down by myself, I was having a coke
    I heard someone laughing real loud at a real dumb joke
    I recognized the voice so I turned around
    It was my ex-girlfriend's new guy, can't stand that clown
    He walked up to me with a really sorry look on his face
    And he said, man I done you wrong but now she's gone and I've been replaced
    I know I don't deserve to have you as a friend because I played the fool
    But I'm really hurtin' man, can I just pull up a stool
    So he started crying and saying how he loved that girl
    She got with a new guy and it rocked his world
    He asked me how I dealt with it when she dumped me
    And I said, I just talked about stuff I hate man, it's like therapy
    And he said, really, I said yeah, yeah, give it a shot go ahead
    I hate pimples, I hate hemorrhoids and hives
    I hate funerals, I hate unsalted fries
    I hate Brittney spears because she never returns any of the letters that I Write
    But most of all, I hate my ex-girlfriend's new guy
    Wouldn't mind if someone huge fell on his head and he died
    Like a bus, or a truck, or a meteorite
    A hippopotamus, a rhinoceros or even a pig if it was falling from a great height
    I hate that guy

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