You don't take a shower

You don't put the seat down

You hardly cook for me anymore

When I come home from the bar where I spend half the day

I remember when
Your manners didn't bug me

You used to aim when you pee'd

Now after frank 'n beans late at night

Well, I can't hold it in
So I just let it fly

And it stinks like a meadow
Full of steaming cowpies

You could say excuse me

You could turn the fan on

You don't smell like flowers
Anymore

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