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