The truth cuts like a Stanley But keeps me amused Mum never raised a fool no But what about you? I played centre forward But never scored a goal I got all the women When your head hits the pillow I'd love to get my hands around your throat Till you've nothing left to say I love you; I hate you I Just Can't Believe That We Share The Same Name I'm graced with the good looks Get a job in radio I wasn't half-bad in goal You couldn't catch a cold A mix-ups highly likely I'm glad we both agree And people tend to love me They can't wait for you too leave I'd love to get my hands around your throat Till you've nothing left to say I love you; I hate you I Just Can't Believe That We Share The Same I'd love to get my hands around your throat Till you've nothing left to say I love you; I hate you I Just Can't Believe That We Share The Same I'd love to get my hands around your throat Till you've nothing left to say I love you; I hate you I Just Can't Believe That We Share The Same