Thin Line Between Love and Hate

It's a thin line, it's 5 o'clock in the morning And I'm just getting in, I knock on the door A voice sweet and low says, who is it? She opens up the door and lets me in Never do she once say, sir, where have you been? No, she says, are you hungry? Are you hungry, honey? Did you eat yet? Let me hang up your coat, your coat, your coat And the woman tells me, pass me your hat too All the time she smiles, never once raises her voice It's 5 o'clock in the morning It's a thin line between love and hate. The sweetest woman in the world Can be the meanest woman in the world If you make her that way, you keep on hurting her She keeps being quiet She might be holding something inside That really really hurt you one day Here I am laying in the hospital Bandaged from feet to head Ya see I'm in the state of shock Just that much from being dead I didn't think my woman could do something like this to me I didn't think she had the nerve, so here I am I guess action speaks louder than words It's a thin line between love and hate. The sweetest woman in the world Can be the meanest woman in the world If you make her that way, you keep on hurting her She keeps being quiet She might be holding something inside That really really hurt you one day It's a thin line between love and hate. It's a thin line, between love and hate It's a thin line...