I love the way the wind blows your hair I love the way you shiver I hate the way your eyes are closed I hate the taste of liver I love the way you cry on me I love the way you're lonely I hate the way your tears make me wet I hate the way you hold me I love your lips when they're touching mine I love the lovely kisses I hate the taste of you in my mouth I hate the taste of fishes I love the way that you need me I love the way that you smile I hate the feeling inside my chest When you ask me to stay a while I love it when you turn your head After you walk out the door I love the way you look at me as if I were a smore So don't you tell me that I'm not greatful for every little thing I'll argue with you all night long but, You'll never get this ring |