I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate It when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much It makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate when you lie.
I hate when you make me laugh.. even worse
When you make me cry.
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate It when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much It makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate when you lie.
I hate when you make me laugh.. even worse
When you make me cry.
I hate It when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I HATE THE WAY
I DON'T HATE YOU
Not Even close,
Not Even a Little Bit,
Not Any At All.
{à falta de inspiração recorre-se a outros meios}

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