She always has something to say to ruin an otherwise
nice day She always has to start a fight She doesn't
like the way I think She don't understand why i must
drink to go out on Friday night But I know what she's
doing I know that I'm losing I know that she's screwing
me Veronica doesn't like the way I dress Veronica thinks
my hair is such a mess Why the deposition? Veronica's
definition of love is hate Veronica hates me She thinks I
oughtta get a job and quit taking up space on her couch
with my hand deep in my crotch She don't know how to
shut her mouth I don't know what I'd do without her to
drag me down She asks me when is the wedding and
I'm getting ready to yank out the net and push