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...