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I hate that you can read me
Like any other girl I like to think I'm different And will give your brain a whirl I hate the way you make me smile When I want to seem real mean I hate the fact you like my giggle But it builds my self esteem I hate that I'm a good girl While you consider yourself bad I hate that you always tell the truth But when you lie it makes me mad I hate the way we talk for hours But I will always answer when you call But the main thing that I hate the most Is that I don't hate you at all
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