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Been a whole lot easier since the b*tch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the b*tch is gone
Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong
What'cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock 'n' roll
songs?
Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do you brain surgery too, momma, with a monkey wrench
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong...
I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it p*ssed you off
I take that back I hope you're doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong....