Dolly Parton - Pms Blues Lyrics
Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on meWhy didnt you just leave that apple hangin in the treeYou make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our bossWhy I cant even count the good friends Ive already lostCause of pms blues, pms bluesI dont even like myself, but its something I cant helpI got those God almighty, slap somebody pms bluesMost times Im easy going, some say Im good as goldBut when Im pms I tell ya, I turn mean and coldThose not afflicted with it are affected just the sameYou poor old men didnt have to grin and say I feel your painPms blues, pms bluesYou know you must forgive us for we care not what we doI got those cant stop crying, dishes flying pms bluesBut you know we cant help itWe dont even know the causeBut as soon as this parts over, then comes the menopauseOh, lord, oh, lordWere going to always be a heap of funLike the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, sufferingEverybodys suffering, huh?But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared toLest he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim toThose pms bluesYou know wed kill for less than thatPms bluesYou dont want to cross my pathCause a pitbull aint no matchFor these teeth a clenchin, fluid retentionHead a swellin, cant stop yellinGot no patience, Im so hatefulPms blues, premenstrual syndromeGot those moods a swingin, tears a slinginNothin fits me when it hits meRantin, ravin, misbehavinPms bluesIts the only time in my life I ever think about wishing Id been a manBut you know that only means one thingIf Id have been a man, Id be somewhere right this very minuteWith some old cranky, naggin, raggin hateful womanWith those old pms bluesPms bluesI dont want to talk about it, we both could do without itGot those treat your kids bad, dont you talk backGone ballistic, unrealisticAwful lowdown, ***** to be aroundPms blues
