Veronica Hates Me

She always has something to say to ruin an otherwise nice day She alwayshas 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