The Ex

I have an itch I cannot scratch, This itch is a she. I have an itch I cannot scratch, Somewhere in behind me. I have a wheel that need some grease, All the time it squeaks. I have a wheel that need some grease, Every time she speaks. I have a fly buzzing 'round, It really is a pest. I have a fly buzzing 'round, To swat it would be best. But all I do is tune her out, And move on with my life. And so I tune her out, So much for the ex-wife...