Veronica Hates Me - 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