hate for sale

Singer:pretenders, the

hate for sale

hate for sale

he won't get hung or go to jail

he's got a curly tongue and a curly tail

but mostly he has hate for sale

call it luck or inherited title

a guy like that is arrogant

idle

he takes and gets whatever he likes

women

cars and motorbikes

he dines on calves

butchered and bled

tankards of wine

burgundy red

handmade suits and shoes and socks

ooh

his breath could stop the clocks

ooh

here he comes

he's so predictable

hate for sale

hate for sale

he won't get hung or go to jail

he's got a curly tongue and a curly tail

he's got a curly tongue and a curly tail

money in the bank and coke in his pocket

porn all day

wanks like a rocket

teeth capped

ooh

he goes to the gym

chest waxed

ooh

i look like him

hate for sale

hate for sale

hate for sale

hate for sale