I Hate The Way You Talk To Me,
And The Way You Cut Your Hair.

I Hate The Way You Drive yor 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 When You Make Me Laugh--Even worse
When You Make Me Cry.

I Hate It When 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.