Текст песни Bob Rivers - P.M.S.

Hide hide hide hide hide hide hide See her storm out of the kitchen With a blood-curdling scream She's not the girl that I first met This one's pretty mean My woman chewed my head off me Just the other night She's got the mood She's gonna brood What gives her the right Well it's PMS She's all uptight PMS And she'll pick a fight PMS She's on overload PMS Watch her explode Her brand new jeans Are popping their seams They're as tight As a clam She's public reservoir number one Hoover Dam So bring home some chocolate It might save your life Tell her you love her And hide all the knives Her friend is back in town Don't mess around with PMS She's all uptight PMS And she'll pick a fight PMS She's on overload PMS Watch her explode "Honey where are you?" "Who ate all the Dove bars?" "I really don't enjoy Picking up your smelly socks!" "I want to be held" "Leave me alone!" "Where are you going?" "Come back here you coward!" Yeahh ohhhhhh "What a bitch!" "I try!"
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