No More Fighting Cats, Ok?

[Chorus] Every excuse that we make for men Makes it that much harder to take pride in them He does it every night & the women find a way To make it all seem all alright You get that shit out of yr arms & you get well right now You scrub that smell all off yr body, have dinner with the family Start picking me up on time, you stop taking my car When I tell you that it's mine for the night [Chorus]