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How do you call your loverboy.
Come here loverboy.
And if he doesn’t answer.
Oh loverboy.
And if he still doesn’t answer.
I simply say.
Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you’re the one.
Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you’re the one.
— Dirty Dancing (1987) dir. Emile Ardolino
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 when 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.
keri-russell