Ai TuneStar - I Wiped My Ass On Her Favorite Dress Lyrics

Just got home and she's yellin', callin' me a slob
Said I never help out, don't have a real job
She's always naggin', sayin' I'm a disgrace
She won't stop bitchin', gettin' all in my face
She's throwin' her tantrum, slammin' every door
Screaming 'bout things I don't care for no more
So I went to her closet, found her Sunday best
And I left a little surprise on her pretty dress

Oh, I wiped my ass on her favorite dress
Turned that floral print into a sticky brown mess
She can scream, cry or throw a fit, I guess
But I wiped my ass on her favorite dress

She's naggin' me 'bout every damn thing I do
From the way I chew to the size of my shoe
I've had enough of her rules and her rants
Hell, she's even mad 'bout the way I wear my pants
And when I'm drinkin' beer, tryin' to unwind
She's on my back like it's some kinda crime
So I grabbed that dress she loves so much
And gave it a swipe with a personal touch

Oh, I wiped my ass on her favorite dress
Turned that floral print into a sticky brown mess
Now she's cussin' me out, but I'll never confess
That I wiped my ass on her favorite dress

But why stop after just one dress
My butthole's still a stinky mess
So I wiped it on her shirt and pants
Ain't no better way to clean my ass

Oh, I wiped my ass on her favorite dress
Turned that floral print into a sticky brown mess
She's raisin' hell, but I couldn't care less
Yeah, I wiped my ass on her favorite dress
Oh, I wiped my ass on her favorite dress
Turned that floral print into a sticky brown mess
She's raisin' hell, but I couldn't care less
Yeah, I wiped my ass on her favorite dress