Love and Hate - Joan Osborne

Love and hate

Their turns, they wait

When next I come to Orchard Street

I’ll use my key

I’ll enter soft on stocking feet to see

If you have told the truth to me

Hate and love

They push, they shove

They use my life just like a toy

They take my mind

They must enjoy their puppet on a wire

Until I’m nothing but desire

Love and hate

We meet, we mate

We give ourselves to fantasies

Of who we wish our loves could be

And sometimes in the dark

We accidentally find a heart