Love and hate   Love and hate   Why should he wait for hours   While she is making up her mind      Standing in the corridor   Fingers in my pockets   Waiting for the man to come   Standing in the corridor   Fingers in my pockets waiting to go down   Waiting to go down      Love and hate   Love and hate   He feels just like a fool   While she is making up her mind      Yes, love and hate   Love and hate   There's one he knows who'll be waiting in line   While she is making up her mind