I hate...

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 that makes me sick, that even makes me rhyme

I hate it…
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worst when you make me cry!
I hate it when you’re not around and the fact 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!

Bati com a cabeça... estas modernices de usar saltos no trabalho e andar a snifar... dá nisto!
Vou-me tratar e já volto!