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 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 even at all

10 Things I hate about you, 1999