I've looked you over carefully
And if I nev er see you again
I hate the way you comb your hair,
I hate the flashy clothes you wear,
That's what I keep telling
that you keep your clothes in.
I'll keep out of my closet.
I hate the smell of your Cigar,
the way you lean against the bar.
I hate your eyes of heavenly
But you're looking at my bad eye.
Outside of that, I love you.
I hate the ground you walk upon.
I hate the phone you talk upon.
I hate most everything that you do.
Dick, I didn't know you cared.
hate that funny little mouth you drink with,
that peanut on your shoulder
I hate the rouge upon your lips,
the polish on your fingertips.
I hate your eyes of heavenly blue.
Wrong lyrics, mine are brown.
Outside of that, I love you