Simran

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 that 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. From: "10 Things I Hate About You"