The more you hate it It makes me want it more The things you think are crap are the things that I adore You have opinions but you haven't got a clue As for those opinions, well WHOOP-TEE-DO
(Chorus) The more you hate it it makes me want it more I'm all the things you struggle to ignore When it comes to life well I'm a whore The more you hate it the more it makes me want it more
I like a woman with a halo on her head Horns on her ass headin' towards the bed You find me crass rude to the bone As you're standing in the horseshit of the horse you rode in on