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: Look 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