Sha...
Sha...
Sha...

It feels so weird to say this
But oh well now here it goes
I feel like I am breaking down
'Cause of this weird itch on my nose
You're a mosquito with a needle and you always suck our blood
It's so wrong
And now I'm try'na run away
See, I'm all over the place because you're there
I'm scared

The seven things I hate about you!
The seven things I hate about you!
Oh, you...
1. You fly
2. You're fast
3. You're small, not fat; that makes you hard to catch
4. You piss me off, it's all your fault, too
5. You suck our blood, you suck a lot, yet you never make it up to us
6. How upset I am, you'll never know
7. And the seventh thing that happened all 'cause of you... I have an itch on my foot

How come you always choose to poke me in the weirdest place
Yesterday it was my armpit, and today it is my face
Are you doing this on purpose? Is it fun to make me nervous?
Go away!
Don't ever think 'bout comin' back
You're the cause of all my fears...

The seven things I hate about you!
1. You fly
2. You're fast
3. You're small, not fat; that makes you hard to catch
4. You piss me off, it's all your fault, too
5. You suck our blood, you suck a lot, yet you never make it up to us
6. How upset I am, you'll never know
7. And the seventh thing that happened all 'cause of you... I have an itch on my foot

And I've got all of these questions that would take too long to write
So I'm guessing I should ask you a couple, if that's fine...

Some things I'd like to know about you!
Why us?
Why blood?
It's dangerous; we could always smash you up!
Why take that risk, when you could go and nibble on some burnt black toast?
Why do you fly?
Just go and die!
Why do you have to make me cry!?
It would be nice, if you'd understand...
That this horrid thing has happened all 'cause of you... (ohh!)
I have an itch on my foot...

My foot, oh...
Ooh...
I have an itch on my foot (ladada)
Ooh...
Ooh ohh...