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