Pms - Dailo6900

PMS PMS Now is not the time to push my buttons Midnight Taco Bell Told the cashier to go to hell When she messed up my mail for the millionth time (are you serious?) I broke down at the traffic light Wagon wheel started making me cry It ain't a sad song, so I must be losing my mind There's a couple ways this could be explained Mother Nature showed up late Well, it turns out, I ain't pregnant I don't need an antidepressant Tears ain't the only thing flowing And by the way things are going The moods will be swinging I'll be mad as hell for no reason I need seven days to go a little crazy And be a big hot mess with PMS (Hey, it's Priscilla, you may wanna give me a call back next week) Rethought my whole life Figured by now I should be a wife Do I send my ex a text or find a new guy? (I think I kind of miss him right now) By the end of the day, I didn't feel the same Mother Nature showed up late Well it turns out, I ain't pregnant I don't need an antidepressant Tears ain't the only thing flowing And by the way things are going The moods will be swinging I'll be mad as hell for no reason I need seven days to go a little crazy And be a big hot mess, with PMS PMS, pissed, moody, stressed PMS, pain, Midol, sweats Well it turns out I ain't pregnant I don't need an antidepressant Tears ain't the only thing flowing And by the way things are going The moods will be swinging I'll be mad as hell for no reason I need seven days to go a little crazy And be a big hot mess with PMS PMS, pissed, moody, stressed PMS PM-Blessed

All by myself, playing on repeat Put on my high heels And I let it bleed out Pouring some wine in my favorite cup and I don't have to care if I get too drunk I'm ugly dancing across the room I put on my pjs and I'm feeling cute I hate on my exes and all of my friends I don't have to care 'cause I'm having a PMS-party Nobody's invited I wanna be lonely And do whatever I want Scream, cry Everything at the same time Eating in bed watching bad TV I text my crush, drunken poetry I put on some Lana and some Tori and Florence They're the only ones that can make me cope And scrolling around, trying to find a friend who Doesn't look happy on their Instagram I read my cards, tryn'a gеt a good future Cut my bangs too short, just to match my temper PMS-party Nobody's invitеd I wanna be lonely And do whatever I want Scream, cry Everything at the same time I'm having a PMS-party Nobody's invited I wanna be lonely And do whatever I want Scream, cry Everything at the same time Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh I'm having a PMS-party Nobody's invited I wanna be lonely And do whatever I want

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss Why I can't even count the good friends I've already lost Cause of pms blues, pms blues I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't help I got those God almighty, slap somebody pms blues Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold But when I'm pms I tell ya, I turn mean and cold Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same You poor old men didn't have to grin and say I feel your pain Pms blues, pms blues You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying pms blues But you know we can't help it We don't even know the cause But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause Oh, lord, oh, lord We're going to always be a heap of fun Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering Everybody's suffering, huh? But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to Those pms blues You know we'd kill for less than that Pms blues You don't want to cross my path Cause a pitbull ain't no match For these teeth a clenchin', fluid retention Head a swellin', can't stop yellin' Got no patience, I'm so hateful Pms blues, premenstrual syndrome Got those moods a swingin', tears a slingin' Nothin' fits me when it hits me Rantin', ravin', misbehavin' Pms blues It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man But you know that only means one thing If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman With those old pms blues Pms blues I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back Gone ballistic, unrealistic Awful lowdown, bitch to be around Pms blues