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