I'm tired of your hurtful words
the argues and the fussing,
I don't know what that last word mean't
I think it falls under cussing.
You say "look at me when i'm talking"
in a voice as loud as thunder,
it screeches through my weary ears
why i'm not deaf, is a wonder.
Every day the same ole thing
pleasing you is a chore,
you're driving me completely crazy
and your constant nag a bore.
Will you hush for just a moment
and listen to what I have to say,
I love you! Nod if you can hear me
and I'll take the tape away.