Hate a lot of things
  But I love a few things
  And you are one of them
  Hard to believe
  After all of these years
  But you are one of them
  Walk down the street
  I'm thinking:
  Everybody move along
  I've got a sad-hearted needing
  to belong
  Nevertheless
  It's all the mess you made
  But I can let it go
  Walk down the street
  I'm thinking:
  Lot at all the ants in a farm
  I've got a sad-hearted feeling
  to harm
  Hate a lot of things
  But I love a few things
  And you are one of them