Love And Hate

Love and hate

Love and hate

Why should he wait for hours

While she is making up her mind

Standing in the corridor

Fingers in my pockets

Waiting for the man to come

Standing in the corridor

Fingers in my pockets waiting to go down

Waiting to go down

Love and hate

Love and hate

He feels just like a fool

While she is making up her mind

Yes, love and hate

Love and hate

There's one he knows who'll be waiting in line

While she is making up her mind