"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 the way you stare
I hate your big 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 the way you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh and even more when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call but mostlyI hate it that I don't hate you not even close, not a little bit,
not even at all."
[robione telefonem]