There's a story I would like o tell
About a boy I knew so well
He looked so ugly when he was three
Wearing dirty clothes especially finally, this boy turned thirteen
Yet I cocouldn't see a change in him
I still hate the clothes he used to wear
To look at him, I woulwouldn'tare
I hate the way he cut his hair
No wonder people around him stare
I also hate the way he walks
I even hate the way he talks
Well, it's been few years ago
But I still hate the boy I used to know
Now I met this guy in school
And I do think he's kind of cool
I like the kind of clothes he wears
And the way he cuts his hair
His fragrant scent fills the air
This makes the girls around him stare
I also love the way he walks
The way he smiles, the way he talks
I'm thinking of him day and night
Pretending that he's holding me, oh, so tight
I'm dreaming of him on my sleep
My feelings for him I couldn't keep
couldn'tso close, I looked at him carefully
Then I thought "This couldn't be!"
That the boy I hate, is the guy I like so dearly
I can't believe I'm falling for
The boy I hate before
