Some people love shoes

of different kinds

Some people love afternoons

or the way the moon shines

some people love sleeping as i do too

thats why i ask myself what is it with you



Is there something wrong with the way i speak?

you dont even see me when i pass you on the street

just poke my eyes until i cant see

Because i just cant get

Why you love to hate me

Love to hate me..yeah, yeah



and when i wake up you're the first thing on my mind

come to think eveytime i'm dreaming of you

it takes a cold shower or maybe two

so that i can clear my head of its thoughts of you



Is there something wrong with the way i speak?

Do you even see me when i pass you on the street?

I"ll just close my eyes and just go to sleep

eventhough in my dreams you still love to hate me

Love to hate me..yeah yeah



call me crazy i just don't care

i'll never quit it so you better beware

i'm stucked to you like glue

until you tell me it's alright

to watch you right until i die