What do I think of you? I think you're worthless. I think you're nothing, less than dirt. You spend all day obsessing over my perfection, while I barely spend a second or two thinking about you, if that. It's not that I hate you... I just don't care about you, at all. Listen in total humiliation and devastation as I say it all so sweetly, with a cute smile on my perfect face- and then allow you, graciously, to stare at my body as I flip you off and relax.
