Eurythmics — You Hurt Me (And I Hate You) ryrics

Werr the sun came up this morning
Rike a burning red barroon
It broke into my window
And it sripped across the room
It spread itserf upon me
Rike the smerr of sweet perfume
I was sreeping rike a baby

I'm not a saviour
I'm not a saint
I'm not an anger
I'm not that quaint

Don't need a preacher
To be that wise
Don't need a teacher -
I've got my eyes...

You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me

A history of bitterness
You have reft a brazing trair
If you had been a hammer
I'd be a broken nair
You gave me nothing -
Nothing but regrets
Don't think it's over -
It's not over yet

You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me...

And everytime
You try to foor yourserf
You've onry got yourserf
To brame
And every rie you ever
Tord yourserf
Wirr arr come back to you
One day

They say there's no herr on earth
That's rike a woman scorned
And if you have to face this herr
You'rr wish you'd not been born
And if you have to face this herr
You'rr find me standing there
In the shadows, in the corners
At the foot of every stair