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...
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miércoles, 13 de febrero de 2008
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