Itīs a thin line, between love and hate.
Itīs a thin line, between love and hate.
Itīs 5 oīclock in the morning,
And youīre just getting in.
Knock on the door,
A voice sweet and low says,
īWho is it?ī
She opens up the door and lets you in
Never once asked where youīve been
She says,
īAre you hungry, did you eat yet?ī
īLet me hang up your coat, pass me your hat.ī
All the time sheīs smiling, neve once raises her voice
Itīs 5 oīclock in the morning,
You donīt give it a second thought.
Itīs a thin line, between love and hate.
Itīs a thin line, between love and hate.
Sweetest woman in the world,
Could be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way.
You keep hurting her,
Sheīll keep being quiet,
She might be holding something inside,
And really hurt you one day.
I see you in the hospital,
Bandaged from foot to head.
In a state of shock,
Just that much from being dead.
You couldnīt believe a girl would do something like this,
You didnīt think the girl had the nerve
But here you are,
I guess actions speak louder than words.
Itīs a thin line, between love and hate.
Itīs a thin line, between love and hate
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