"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."

 

(from ; 10 Things I Hate About You -1999)

 

 

Odio como me hablas
Y odio tu corte de pelo
Odio como conduces
Y me miras sin reselo
Odio tus enormes botas
Y que me puedas adivinar
Te odio tanto que me enferma
Hasta me haces rimar
Odio que tengas razón
Y me puedas engañar
Odio que me hagas reír
Odio que me hagas llorar
Odio no verte la cara
Y que no me hayas llamado
Pero más odio no odiarte
Ni un poquito, ni un ápice,
ni nada