Mad Love
Mad Love
Hate to see you smile
Hate to watch you in a mile
Hate to see you talk
Hate to see myself do the stalk
Hate to hear your scream
Hate to stare you sitting like a prim
Hate to touch your roughed back
Hate to see you wearing black slack
Hate everything about you
Hate seeing you in all shirts of colorful hue
Hate watching you glare
Hate to see sparks incredibly flare
Hate to feel this thing
Hate to find myself terribly sing
Hate to know about love
Hate to see myself madly in love
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