Night after night, day after day. I pass by the house that once was our home. I look through the windows, I lean on the bell. There´s a light but there´s no sign of you. The stranger´s new car in the driveway tells me your there. I know you´re there. I feel like a chump doing time on the street. Low life and useless as the rags on my feet showin´ through. You don´t know how much I hate everything about you. Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue. The curve of your hips and your black Irish hair. Sends a shiver that runs through me too. You don´t know how much I hate you, wish it was true. The alleys are dark, sidewalks are bare. Time´s on my hands empty and cold. I´m looking for something to knock out the night. Till the sun comes up shining like new. The chill in my bones reminds me life isn´t fair. And nobody cares. To the lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice. In a world just as nasty as your world is nice. (Baby Blue). You don´t know how much I hate everything about you. Your voic

e like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth. You´re a goddess, a priestess, a temptress, a queen. Greta Garbo´s got nothing on you. You don´t know how much I hate you, wish it was true. You were kind to my brother. And good to my friends. You were passionate, faithful and strong. I must have been sleeping. It feels like a dream. I can´t tell just where I went wrong. Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head. I´m strung out and crazy and can´t find the thread, running through. You don´t know how much I hate everything about you. The poison that runs through my veins telling me what to do. With a flick of a match I could burn down this house. Taking every last memory of you. You don´t know how much I hate you. I say, you don´t know how much I hate you. You don´t know how much I hate you. I wish it was true. Oh, yes I do.