A woman has the age she deserves, and i say the same for the “big boys”.First you are young; then you are middle-aged; then you are old; then you are wonderful.
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 the way you stare
I hate your big 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 the way you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
and even more when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around
and the fact that you didn’t call
but mostly I hate it that I don’t hate you
not even close,
not a little bit,
not even at all.
