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
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