Veronica Hates Me — текст песни (screeching weasel)

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