| Tell me who's the one to blame for what | |
| I'm feeling | |
| Tell me what am | |
| I supposed to do | |
| Tell me when, when | |
| I'll be free from your love spell | |
| Tell me why, tell me why it hurts so good | |
| It's hard to control how | |
| I love you too much | |
| All of me, all of the time | |
| Cause baby | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| I finally said it and | |
| I don't regret it | |
| Baby I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| I don't wanna say it, | |
| I'm infatuated | |
| With the beat of your heart | |
| With the kiss of your lips | |
| With the look that you give with your eyes | |
| And baby I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| And I don't know why | |
| Tell me who, who else could care for you like | |
| I do Tell me what to do to get to you | |
| Tell me when your heart will beat for me, | |
| I'm waiting | |
| Tell me why, tell me why it hurts so good | |
| It's hard to control how | |
| I love you too much | |
| All of me, all of the time | |
| Cause baby | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| I finally said it and | |
| I don't regret it | |
| Baby I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| I don't wanna say it, | |
| I'm infatuated | |
| With the beat of your heart | |
| With the kiss of your lips | |
| With the look that you give with your eyes | |
| And baby I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| And I don't know why | |
| On top of the world | |
| On top of the world | |
| Is where you'll find me | |
| On top of the world | |
| On top of the world | |
| If you were by my side | |
| On top of the world | |
| On top of the world | |
| Is where you'll take me | |
| Without you | |
| I ain't going, no | |
| Without you | |
| I ain't right | |
| Cause baby | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| I finally said it and | |
| I don't regret it | |
| Baby I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| I don't wanna say it, | |
| I'm infatuated | |
| With the beat of your heart | |
| With the kiss of your lips | |
| With the look that you give with your eyes | |
| And baby I hate it, | |
| I hate it, | |
| I hate it | |
| And I don't know why |