{Why can't people get along and love each other, Christmas eve?}
You think getting along same as loveing?
Huh
Sometimes love, right where you hating most, Kate Monster?
Huh?}
The more you love someone
The more you want to kill them
The more you love someone
The more he make you cry
Though you are try
For making peace with them and loving
That's why you love so strong
You like to make him die
The more you love someone
The more he make you crazy
The more you love someone
The more you wishing him dead
Sometime you look at him
And only see fat and lazy
And wanting baseball bat
For hitting him on his head
Love
Love
And hate
And hate
They like two brothers
Brothers
Who go on a date
Who? What?
Where one of them goes
Other one follows
You inviting love
He also bringing sorrows
Ah, yes
The more you love someone
The more you want to kill them
Loving and killing
Fit like hand in glove
Hand in glove
So if there someone
You are wanting so to kill them
You go and find him
And you get him
And you no kill him
'Cause chances good
He is your love