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 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.