Love the Haters

You've gotta love the haters, who criticize your art Do everything they tell you, because they're really smart Hey, Paige, touch up your lips Thank you for the makeup tips Yo, Frankie, you look weak Check out my brand new physique You've gotta love the haters, and all their helpful words They'll make you super gorgeous, so you don't look absurd Boo, Frankie, you can't sing I'll auto tune everything There's no action, I'm so bored Here's a robot overlord You've gotta love the haters, they tell you when you stink They give you all the answers, so you don't have to think Pop is awful, how 'bout some good old country tunes? Now we've got a fiddle player and this guy with spoons Country music? I say heck no! How about some awesome techno? So what do you think? Have we gotten greater? This guy says: Girls stink! We're dudes now You've gotta love the haters (gotta love the haters) You've gotta love the haters You've gotta love the haters You've gotta love the haters You've gotta love the haters