Been a whole lot easier since the bitch 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 bitch 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, with a monkey wrench
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong...
I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off I take that back I hope your doing fine And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine
Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong....
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