Lyrics

Well she wants to be the ruler of our small domain There’s no arguing with her shell make that real plain. If you don’t conform to her needs Shell strike our real hard. Why am I with her?
"Chorus" She’s gone mental, Mental Again Mental till the end of time Mental, I said mental again. Mental till were out of our minds.
We get in are car, to take a little ride She just wants to go If you don’t take her were she needs Shell take your car and wreck it real hard
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Me and the boys, are watching TV She comes scratching out When we don’t conform to her needs She yanks the cord and kicks us all out
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