An aching head to be sure.

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make-up; and brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me "Do I look all right?"

And I say: "No. we're a half hour late and I can see your roots."
And she's all "God dammit - you're such an asshole!"
And I'm like "Well you asked. You literally have four dresses - how difficult can it be to pick one?"
And she says "So sorry I don't wear the same fucking thing every single day."
And I'm all "It's not the same fucking thing! It's variations on the same theme!"
And she says "Hey dickweed - you're mom called - she said you suck!"
Me: "Oh yeah - well your Mom called and apologized for the cankle hand-me-downs."
Her: "Eat my shit."
Me: "Wow. Did they teach that in Finishing School or did you learn that little gem at a truck stop glory hole?"
Her: "Funny. Let's just fucking go already."
Me: "That's what I'm saying!"

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me

And then she asks me, "Do you see all those guys staring?"
And I say, "Yes."
And she says, "Now you know what you've got. Keep your shit in line and go get me a drink."
Me: "Nice. Nice."