I hate the chavy clothes you wear.
I hate the way you chew your hair.
I hate the way you choose to talk .
I hate the way you sway when you walk.
I hate the way that you do what you choose.
I hate the way you get angry when you lose.
I hate the way you can talk forever.
I hate the way you think your clever.
I hate the way you think you know it all.
But the thing I hate most about you.
Is that I don't hate you not even a little bit.
Not even at all.