I hate the way you talk
I hate the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
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 make me laugh
And even more 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 even at all.
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שמישהו ידביק לי את הלב כבר.
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