There's a Louse Inside My House
I have something in my house
Worse than a big squeaky mouse
It is mean and full of hate
I don't think it was my fate
For this creature to be here
I need to make it disappear
This object I am speaking of
Is a louse who can not love
There is no romance or spark
In the light or even dark
I thought he was mister right
Falling in love at first sight
But I was wrong on many levels
He's worse than a hellish devil
I have tried to make him see
I can be hot and sexy
But he turns his head and leaves
I am starting to believe
There is someone else out there
Who's getting all his love and care
If I find proof of this he's dead
He'll no longer have a "head"
Between his legs cause I will chop
Every bit off and wont stop
Until there is nothing there
He can use again to tear
My heart apart any longer
He is weakened, I am stronger
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