| Song | The More You Ruv Someone |
| Artist | Various Artists |
| Album | Avenue Q |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Why can’t people get along and love each other, Christmas Eve? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| You think getting along same as loving? | |
| Sometimes love right where you hating most, Kate Monster. | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Huh? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you want to kill ‘em. | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more he make you cry | |
| Though you are try | |
| For making peace | |
| With them and loving, | |
| That’s why you love so strong | |
| You like to make him die! | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more he make you crazy. | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you wishing him dead! | |
| Sometime you look at him | |
| And only see fat and lazy, | |
| And wanting baseball bat | |
| For hitting him on his head! | |
| Love | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Love | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| And hate | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| And hate | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| They like two brothers | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Brothers | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| Who go on a date | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Who....what? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| Where one of them goes, | |
| Other one follows | |
| You inviting love | |
| He also bringing sorrows | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Ah, yes. | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you want to kill ‘em. | |
| Loving and killing | |
| Fit like hand in glove! | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Hand in glove. | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| So if there someone | |
| You are wanting so | |
| To kill ‘em. | |
| You go and find him. | |
| And you get him. | |
| And you no kill him. | |
| ‘Cause chances good | |
| Both: | |
| He is your love. |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Why can' t people get along and love each other, Christmas Eve? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| You think getting along same as loving? | |
| Sometimes love right where you hating most, Kate Monster. | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Huh? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you want to kill ' em. | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more he make you cry | |
| Though you are try | |
| For making peace | |
| With them and loving, | |
| That' s why you love so strong | |
| You like to make him die! | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more he make you crazy. | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you wishing him dead! | |
| Sometime you look at him | |
| And only see fat and lazy, | |
| And wanting baseball bat | |
| For hitting him on his head! | |
| Love | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Love | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| And hate | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| And hate | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| They like two brothers | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Brothers | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| Who go on a date | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Who.... what? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| Where one of them goes, | |
| Other one follows | |
| You inviting love | |
| He also bringing sorrows | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Ah, yes. | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you want to kill ' em. | |
| Loving and killing | |
| Fit like hand in glove! | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Hand in glove. | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| So if there someone | |
| You are wanting so | |
| To kill ' em. | |
| You go and find him. | |
| And you get him. | |
| And you no kill him. | |
| ' Cause chances good | |
| Both: | |
| He is your love. |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Why can' t people get along and love each other, Christmas Eve? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| You think getting along same as loving? | |
| Sometimes love right where you hating most, Kate Monster. | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Huh? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you want to kill ' em. | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more he make you cry | |
| Though you are try | |
| For making peace | |
| With them and loving, | |
| That' s why you love so strong | |
| You like to make him die! | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more he make you crazy. | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you wishing him dead! | |
| Sometime you look at him | |
| And only see fat and lazy, | |
| And wanting baseball bat | |
| For hitting him on his head! | |
| Love | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Love | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| And hate | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| And hate | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| They like two brothers | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Brothers | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| Who go on a date | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Who.... what? | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| Where one of them goes, | |
| Other one follows | |
| You inviting love | |
| He also bringing sorrows | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Ah, yes. | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| The more you love someone, | |
| The more you want to kill ' em. | |
| Loving and killing | |
| Fit like hand in glove! | |
| Kate Monster: | |
| Hand in glove. | |
| Christmas Eve: | |
| So if there someone | |
| You are wanting so | |
| To kill ' em. | |
| You go and find him. | |
| And you get him. | |
| And you no kill him. | |
| ' Cause chances good | |
| Both: | |
| He is your love. |