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From the first time that i saw you
I thought you crawled out of Us magazine
Its 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, thats why you must be hated

Like the winner of beauty pageant
You are the one i most admire
But as a poser i can only imagine
You're wearing that crown but your heads on fire

Your the real american idol
Your the poor mans mandy moore
Your the e true hollywood story
About a two face strip ball whore

I hate you, i hate you
Cause i see through
To what a fake you are
You disgust me, thats 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, thats 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, thats why you must be hated
From the first time that i saw you   I thought you crawled out of Us magazine   Its 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, thats why you must be hated      Like the winner of beauty pageant   You are the one i most admire   But as a poser i can only imagine   You're wearing that crown but your heads on fire      Your the real american idol   Your the poor mans mandy moore   Your the e true hollywood story   About a two face strip ball whore      I hate you, i hate you   Cause i see through   To what a fake you are   You disgust me, thats 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, thats 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, thats why you must be hated
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