My life is a wreck
No one has any respect
I say mind your p's and q's
But there is always a lame excuse
Like I had to go here
And I had to go there
But you come home so late
And you never appreciate
My love for you so you can get to steppin'
Because you making my life a wreck n'
I don't have the time for you or your troubles
And if you expect me to love you, then you better leave on the double
Cause you won't find any comfort here
So pack your bags, and get the h*** outta here
