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