PMS lyrics
by Priscilla Block
PMS, PMS
Midnight Taco Bell
Told the cashier to go to hell
When she messed up my meal for the millionth time
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
Rethought my whole life
Figured by now I should be a wife
Do I send my ex a text or find a new guy?
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
p*ssed, 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
p*ssed, moody, stressed
PMS, PM-Blessed