I hate the couple upstairs
Their noises and whispers don't stop until dawn
I hate their perfect affair
And the voices of pleasure that come through my wall

There is taste
For everything
And for everyone
And for everyone but me
I hate the guy of my dreams
With his marvelous wonderful beautiful chest
I hate his pimpleless skin
Cause he lives in my head for my heart's so crowded
There is taste for everything and for everyone
And for everyone but me
Life is waste of sympathy and of weeks by the phone
But to live it alone is not for me
I hate fried onion rings
And I cry if I see someone smashing meat balls
My fate is to live hating
But I'd die just to be really loved and love you all