
I
hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
I hate it when you drive your car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb cowboy hat
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 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 when you're not around
Or that 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...
Yo.
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