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