(One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight)
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 hates me)
Veronica says my hair's a fuckin' mess
(Veronica hates me)
Why the deposition?
Veronica's definition
Of love is hate
Veronica hates me
(What a shame)
Veronica hates me
(And here's the funny part)
She thinks I oughtta get a job
And quit taking spaceup on her couch
With my hand deep in my crotch (in the live version the line is 'with a potato in my mouth')
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
Well I'm getting ready
To yack (lyric changes per version)
Veronica doesn't like the way I dress
(Veronica hates me)
Veronica thinks my hair's a fuckin' mess
(Veronica hates me)
Why the deposition?
Veronica's definition
Of love is hate
Veronica hates me
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
(Veronica hates me)
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
(Veronica hates me)
Veronica,
(Veronica hates me)
One, two, three, four
Veronica won't leave me alone
Veronica won't leave me alone
Veronica won't leave me alone
Veronica won't leave me alone
(electric organ solo)
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