I dont know why she does nt care
About the dirty dishes
Her days made up of UK hits
Eating, texting and wishes.

Her bedrooms a tip
Her conversation is nil
Her demand for clothes and for make up
Are over the top
Why does nt she stop
Its time for a damn good shake up

So here we go
Into her room
to tell her she has to arise
The house is on fire
Her boyfriends a liar
Her bum has become a huge size.

I m leaving this house
She can cope on her own
I ve had enough of this outright abuse
I m off now to work
Will be back here at ten
And give her the money i ve earnt for her use.