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 you when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much that it makes me sick itt even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make my 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 the mostly I hate the way I don't hate you

Not even close,

not even a little bit,

not even at all.

in Ten Things I Hate About You.