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