yeah i see the way you roll your eyes the way your purse your lips
throw your stuff into a suitcase put your hands upon your hips
i'm not moved by your evil glare, the way you toss your hair
you make stupid accusations by which time i've lost the thread

sometimes i wonder how it is you get to piss me off this much
i may be heavier handed and i like the tender touch
you moan and groan about me staying out and drinking with the guys
i bet i bring them home trying (?)

something awfully wrong with this deal babe
any fool could see its true
can't you understand how i feel babe
you got me, but all i got is you

i guess i just don't have it in me, to keep you satisfied
to be honest with you babe, i'm only in it for the ride
and you may never bring yourself to take me as i am
but in case you hadn't noticed, i don't give a fucking damn