Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, Little miss can´t be wrong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can´t be wrong
Ain´t nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.
Little miss, little miss, little miss can´t be wrong
What´cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock ´n´ roll
songs?

Other peoples´ thoughts they ain´t your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can´t be wrong...

I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back I hope your doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can´t be wrong....