It's Obvious

It’s obvious that we have a row
Before we even leave the house
It’s obvious that something’s going down
It’s obvious so just confess
You hate my vintage dress
Well, guess what, I couldn’t care less
You moan about the way I drive
Praise the Lord we’re still alive
So glad I stuck to water all damn night
Could it be misogyny?
Is it possible it’s you not me?
And it’s obvious
That I got nothing to lose
And it’s obvious
I’m sick and tired of listening to you
So you go back to lonely
While I find someone new
Cos it’s obvious
It’s obvious we’re through
Why don’t you turn the football down?
My ukulele’s drowned
It’s obvious that you just hate the sound
It’s obvious that something’s wrong
You used to like my songs
When did everything we have go wrong?