How many times have I told you
Not to leave all your clothes on the bed
Sometimes I can’t help but to wonder
What the hell’s going on in your head

I’m sorry dear, but you get nasty
And sometimes I'll dig my heels in
If you showed more respect. Were bit less direct
There’s no doubt that I think we’d both win

I promise to try to be nicer
But 'you' have to try being neat
And we’ll see in the end, if on you I depend
Cause for you that would be quite a feat

Thank you my dear I’ll try harder
Not to leave a great mess in my wake
If you go over there
and look under the chair
Please consider it my first mistake

Clemo