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Nag, Nag, Nag That's all I ever hear. When I get up in the morning Till I go to bed at night. When she wakes in the morn I think she has a list If I'm not doing this I should be doing that. Hard to believe but She thinks I'm a slob Why just last week I Picked up a sock. Just the other day She went to get some ice "Why is the tray empty" she yelled. Why? There was a cube left in it We went to a party, I think I flunked a test. "Are you wearing that" she ask " I put it on" I said "You left the lid up again What shall I do with you?" Being nice I said" There's A porta-potty for you." No more nagging Will I hear. The dog's inside And I'm out here.
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
The Last Word
Nag, Nag, Nag That's all I ever hear. When I get up in the morning Till I go to bed at night. When she wakes in the morn I think she has a list If I'm not doing this I should be doing that. Hard to believe but She thinks I'm a slob Why just last week I Picked up a sock. Just the other day She went to get some ice "Why is the tray empty" she yelled. Why? There was a cube left in it We went to a party, I think I flunked a test. "Are you wearing that" she ask " I put it on" I said "You left the lid up again What shall I do with you?" Being nice I said" There's A porta-potty for you." No more nagging Will I hear. The dog's inside And I'm out here.
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randall-smith
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
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