From the first time that I saw you I thought you crawled out of US magazine It's no wonder that it wasn't all you All the things that I wanna be Everybody loved you and they treated you Like you stepped out of a TV show But if they really got the chance to meet you They'd finally see how hard you blow I hate you, I hate you 'Cause I see through to what a fake you are You disgust me, that's why you must be hated Like the winner of beauty pageant You are the one I most admire But as a loser, I can only imagine Wearing that crown but your heads on fire You're the real American Idol You're the poor man's Mandy Moore You're the E! True Hollywood Story About a two face strip mall whore I hate you, I hate you 'Cause I see through to what a fake you are You disgust me, that's why you must be hated You got a lot of stuff Stuff you don't deserve You got a lot of friends You got a lot of nerve Trust me, you must be hated La la la La la la La la la la La la la Trust me, you must be hated I wish I had your money I wish I had your ride I wish I had your boyfriend I wish you'd choke and die I hate you, I hate you 'Cause I see through to what a bitch you are You disgust me, that's why you must be hated I hate you, I hate you (La la la) 'Cause I see through (La la la) To what a bitch you are (La la la) You disgust me, that's why you must be hated © FAMOUS MUSIC CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com