Veronica Hates Me

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 ought a 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