No More Fighting Cats, OK?

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