03-28-2007, 03:35 PM
This heat just blows.
I'm talking paint-peeling, sweat-inducing, 100-degree "hey-do-you-smell-bacon?" kind of heat. Summer's just started and it already feels like an oven turned on high.
The ozone layer's really had it with us.
I'm talking paint-peeling, sweat-inducing, 100-degree "hey-do-you-smell-bacon?" kind of heat. Summer's just started and it already feels like an oven turned on high.
The ozone layer's really had it with us.
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 that 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.
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 that 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.