The more you hate it It makes me wan it more The things you think are crap are things i adore You have opinions but you haven't got a clue As for thoses opinions, well whoop-tee-fuckin'-do Chorus The more you it i makes me want it more I'm all the things you struggle to ignore When it comes to life well i'm a whore The more you hate the more it makes me want it more I like a woman with a halo on her head Horns on her ass headin' towards the bed You find me crass rude to tthe bone As you're standing in the horseshit of the horse you rode in on Chorus