Been a whole lot easier since the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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