And I Hate You
Well the sun came up this morning

Like a burning red balloon

It broke into my window

And it slipped across the room

It spread itself upon me

Like the smell of sweet perfume

I was sleeping like a baby



I'm not a saviour

I'm not a saint

I'm not an angel

I'm not that quaint



Don't need a preacher

To be that wise

Don't need a teacher -

I've got my eyes...



You hurt me