I love you baby

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 it, 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 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