I laughed until I cried And then I cried myself to sleep And then I slept until I woke And when I woke, I found the joke Didn't seem to be quite so funny I love myself to hate Hate myself to love, 'cause when I love I lose myself and when I find That I am lost, I hate myself For being weak inside Oh, it's a sort of magic (Magic) Mixed up sort of whirl Je suis si fatigué De cette chanson en Anglais Que j'ai écrit quelque des mots Que j'aime beaucoup en Français Don't you think that's nice? Mais oui Oh, it's a sort of magic (Magic) Mixed up kind of whirl I love myself to hate Hate myself to love, 'cause when I love I lose myself and when I find That I am lost, I hate myself