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