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 around to drag me down 
She asks me when is the wedding and 
I'm getting ready to yank out the net and push