PMS Blues - Dolly Parton

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