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 the way 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.
(Ten Things I Hate About You)
