Ten Things I Hate About Lovin' You

I hate the way he makes me swoon.
And the way he strips me bare.
I hate the way his icy smile gleams.
It pisses me off when he stares.
I hate his big, cognac-brown eyes,
And the way he runs my mind.
I hate him so much it makes me sick,
That I think about him all the time.
I hate the way he talks his shit,
In the dark when we're alone.
I hate it when he makes me blush,
Even worse when he makes me moan.
I hate it when no one's around,
That it's his name I call.
But mostly, I hate the way I crave him,
And how he makes me want to risk it all.