Take the mad bitch home

I can feel you glaring at me from behind

Which doesn't mean that you're scaring me with accusing eyes

So i make my way outside and I check my phone

And I know you'll have your say while im driving home

So I slowly make a beline for the barman, he's a friend of mine and he knows my wife just turned her eyes on him as he handed me one for the road

Then nervously he said to me just take the mad bitch home

I'll check on you tomorrow to see who won the show