  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 Timberland boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much that 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. *Taken from the Motion Picture, 10 Things I Hate About You... |
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