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 voice 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.