Screeching Weasel - 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 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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