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 bad combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes my rhyme
I hate the way your always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it that your not around
And that the fact 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...