A song about women related pet-peeves. They kinda get on your nerves but also are endearing at the same time.
Original rock and roll with a classic rock feel.
Lyrics
Well I don’t like your baked chicken
Or the way that you buy shoes
You got lipstick on my collar
But you know I love you
Well you nag me ‘bout the dishes
Or the length of my short hair
And you threw out my best T-shirt
And my favorite underwear
These little things you do are not driving me insane
They cause me relatively little pain
And given a second chance I’d do it all again
And attach myself to you with ball and chain
Well you hogged up all my blankets
And left toothpaste in the sink
And you tell me I’m a drunkard
When I’ve only had one drink
And you make me change my channel
During Oprah and Dr. Phil
And you ask me to do laundry
When you know it’s not my skill
These little things you do not drive me up the wall
In the scheme of things they’re really very small
And if I’m come home late you know I meant to call
But it’s not enough to bring us to a fall
So I’ll tolerate that chicken
And the things you misconstrue
Yes those bygones will be bygones
‘Cause you know I love you
