The seven things I hate about you I wanna be with the one I know You make me love you You're vain, your games, you're insecure You love me, you like her You made me laugh, you made me cry, I don't know which side to buy Your friends, they're jerks, and

Whoa whoa whoa People gonna say what they say But we don’t care about that anyway Haters gonna hate Don’t you ever change Only thing that matters That you need to know You’ll only find it in your heart and soul We don’t care what they say

I want you to know Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say what it is will break you Who's to know when the time's come around Don't want to see you cry I know that this is not goodbye Something is about to give I can feel it coming I

'Cause I believe in karma You should try a little harder And you believe in drama Or karma's gonna come for you You can talk that talk but it all comes back around I'll give you something, something to talk about I don't know who you think you are Or

In time you'll learn this is about you Babies from 80s don't know no better Don't nothing go better with ignorance But the belligerent kids that we living with Some of them masculine, some of them feminine 'Member the universe used to be innocent Now

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

Na na na na na na na na Yeah, they don't care about you (No future) They don't care about you You don't know a thing about it Hours lost to dawn from dusk Let the music seal your fate Yeah, you can run but life won't wait And what did she hope to find

They don’t know about the things we do They don’t know about the "I love yous" But I bet you if they only knew They would just be jealous of us, They don’t know about the up all nights They don’t know I've waited all my life Just to find a love that

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that

You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm