Ironic

I don't like you and the way
you greet me with your smiles,
And I don't like it when you walk me home,
and your sickly-sweet goodbyes.

I don't like how you read my thoughts
like you think you really can,
And I hate it when I see your name
popping up on MSN.

I can't stand it when you tell me
that I look beautiful to you,
And I hate it when you call me up
right out of the blue.

I don't like it when you tell me
that I'm always on your mind,
And I hate it when you look at me,
and ask "Would you be mine?"

And I hate it that you're the only one
who knows that I feel it too,
And you know I know it's ironic 'cause
I'm madly in love with you.