I hate the way you hold my hand To reassure me on where we stand I hate the way you lay my clothes For when I'm out the shower and I get cold I hate the way you take my bags 'Cause you think it's too much for me to carry And I hate the way you open doors 'Cause what if one day you're not there no more? And it's safe to say that we might Go our separate ways after what you did that night Oh, to tell the truth I think I loved you too soon What a let-down I set my standards so high and I got let down If only I could pretend I don't care now 'Cause after all this time, it's coming to an end What a let-down I hate that I don't hate you yet And I hate that I can't stay upset I'm infatuated by the three or four lines That show up by your eyes when you smile at me I've looked beyond your faults and loved you blindly Tell me, what kind of a woman does that make me? Ooh, ooh-ooh-oh It's safe to say that makes me a stupid one What a let-down I set my standards so high and I got let down If only I could pretend I don't care now 'Cause after all this time, it's coming to an end What a let-down