nag
joan jett and the blackhearts
you're always tellin' me what to do
i just can't seem to get rid of you
you order me around just like a slave
you're gonna send me to an early grave
would you go fix the bacon and don't burn the toast
the way you're naggin' never gonna stop
you always seem to be a blowin' your top
one of these days i'm gonna lose my mind
jump out a window and i'll be real fine
when i met you you were oh so sweet
now you give me the bread and you take all the meat
you're always screamin' and hollerin' loud
i'm gonna buy me a ticket to the nearest cloud
now you give me the bread and you take all the meat
you're always screamin' and hollerin' loud
i'm gonna buy me a ticket to the nearest cloud