Hate
You ain’t my mate
You don’t know when I last ate
You don’t even know my mate
You like to hate
It ups your rate
Well sorry mate
Too late
No Chance
Not even to get even
It’ll be this evening
When we’ll all be leaving
Boy you love to hate
No mate of mine
You crossed that line
Now it’s time
You of your crime
Give you no time, leaving
Leaving
You need healing
You all mad
Or just right sad
Jealousy
What does it mean to me
You need healing
We’re all leaving
Your all sad
All you do is make me feel bad
Make me right mad
I suppose your all glad
But we’ll be leaving
Tonight
Allright?
Words by Jo Harfield
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