You keep arguing with that man
Like a thousand percent
While your vocal cords are dead
But your will to argue isn't
You're child is in the other room
Reading a long book
Listening to the music tune
That's stuck in his head
Keep on arguing with the man
While your child listens to the tune
The book closes on the mood
And you keep talking rude
You keep blaring at your husband
The words you shout are brutal
While the house breaks down
So does your song's life
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