If it weren't for me, who would tame a feminist woman with super-violent personality like you?
If it weren't for my handsome hairstyle and charming smile, would you pick me up?
If it were not for my affectionate gaze and sultry voice, would you go to my appointment?
If it weren't for my uninhibited looking up, how could I guess your mysterious and hazy mind?
If you don't care about you so much, how can you stay by your side and sing love songs for you?
You know how much I am grateful for this lie to give me the privilege to meet such a beautiful and maverick girl like you.
You know how cute it is that you are aggrieved and crying when you are chanting rhymes with your big braids on the podium!
I hate the way you talk to me, and hate your hairstyle.
I hate the way you drive my car, and hate your gaze.
I hate your heavy ground combat boots, hate you for guessing my mind.
I hate you to hate disgusting, hate you to hate rhyme.
I hate you for always being right, I hate you for always lying!
I hate you for making me laugh, and even more for making me cry.
I hate you for not being around and not having a call.
But what I hate most is that I cannot hate you, not at all, not at all.
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 it, 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.
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