It was over a shoe rack she bought, It came in a 100 different pieces, Putting it together was a battle hard fought, I moaned at the time it took to construct it, You over reacted, So I yelled 'AHHHH FUCK IT' Smashing it into a 1000 pieces. The argument started to escalate, Then you launched into a tirade of abuse, I stood their in sea of D.I.Y. tools, Trying to get a word in edgeways, You threw the remote control at my head, Had a look in your eyes that wanted me dead, I had never seen such a vile temper, She'd always been so gentle, So I accused her of having P.M.T, Then she went fucking mental, She told me I was shit in bed, Told me I screw up her head, Told me to pack my bags and go, Accused of having a mistress in tow, That girl at the video shop was flirting with me, And that I see her on Fridays, She was hysterical, But she was right, I was having sex with the local 'bike', Never argue with women, They fight as dirty as yesterdays linen.