Dirty dishes
In the sink
In the fridge there’s a spoiled quart of milk
That she can’t drink.
My best sofa
Ripped and gnawed
By that crazy Siamese cat
She won’t de-claw.

She insists I’m OCD
But she’s the real calamity
I shoulda’ known from the start
That she’d make a mess…
Of my heart.

Simple beauty
Cherry lips
She’s a ragin’ force of nature
When she swings those hips.
Makeup missin’
Hair pulled back
Lord knows that she’d look good
In a gunny sack.

She insists I’m OCD
But she’s the real calamity
I shoulda’ known from the start
That she’d make a mess…
Of my heart.

She may be ADD
But she’s everything to me
I love her unconditionally…

Counting cobwebs
On the wall
She’s been gone almost three days
Why won’t she call?
Forget sleeping
I’m a wreck
When she gets back next week
I oughta wring her neck.

She insists I’m OCD
But she’s the real calamity
I shoulda’ known from the start
That she’d make a mess…
She’d make a mess…
She’d make a mess…
Of my heart.