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 says my hair’s a f#ckin’ mess
Why the deposition?
Veronica’s definition
Of love is hate
Veronica hates me
Veronica hates me
She thinks I oughtta get a job
And quit taking spaceup 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
Well I’m getting ready
To yank
Veronica doesn’t like the way I dress
Veronica thinks my hair’s a f#ckin’ mess
Why the deposition?
Veronica’s definition
Of love is hate
Veronica hates me
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Veronica,
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
Wa oh uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh
Wa oh uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh
Wa oh uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh
Wa oh uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh
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Screeching Weasel Lyrics – Veronica Hates Me