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 It When You Lie.
I Hate It 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 Even At All.
My OtHErR PaGeZ
Mr. CaNdY WrAPpeR
PoEm
LeArN y GuYs LikE gUrLs. .
WiFoUt YoO. .
