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