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 ought a 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