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Nothin’s Right

Nothin’s right, nothin’s right
That's what she says when she gets home at night
She gives me a list of honey do’s
I tell you honey, well I feel used (Cause. . .)

Chorus:
I'm supposed to do the dishes
Take out the trash and feed the fishes
Vacuum the rug and mop that floor
Oh, baby, what you take me for?  Oh, baby
Oh, baby, what you take me for?  Oh, baby

Nothin’s right, nothin’s right
That's what she says when she gets home at night
She takes out her gloves and checks for dust
I call it slavery, she calls it love

Chorus

Nothin’s right, nothin’s right
That's what she says when she gets home at night
But tonight I'm gonna stand up to her like a man
I'm gonna stand up to her like a man
I'm gonna stand up to her like a man. . .
I just hope she don't get mad cause...

I didn't clean the refrigerator, oh baby can I do it later?
Didn't clean the cat box, kitty litter

Oh, baby what you take me for?  Oh, baby
Oh, baby what you take me for?  Oh, baby

Nothin’s right, nothin’s right
A million excuses when I get home at night
I gave him a list of things to do
He thinks that pulling his weight is being abused

Said he'd clean the refrigerator
So I wouldn't have to do it later
Sent me off to work said he'd get it done
Oh, baby, life at home's no fun
Poor baby
Oh, babe, like you're the only one
Poor baby

Nothin’s right, nothin’s right
That's what she says when she gets home at night