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 ovеrlord

You've gotta love the hatеrs
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 ol' 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