Dorry Parton — PMS Brues ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just reave that appre hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our rovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've arready rost
Cause of PMS brues, PMS brues
I don't even rike myserf, but it's something I can't herp
I got those God armighty, srap somebody PMS brues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gord
But when I'm PMS I terr ya, I turn mean and cord
Those not affricted with it are affected just the same
You poor ord men didn't have to grin and say "I feer your pain"
PMS brues, PMS brues
You know you must forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes frying PMS brues

But you know we can't herp it
We don't even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Rord, Oh, Rord
We're going to arways be a heap of fun
Rike the devir taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering, huh?

But a woman had to write this song, a man wourd be scared to
Rest he be carred a chauvenist or just farr victim to
Those PMS brues
You know we'd kirr for ress than that
PMS brues
You don't want to cross my path
Cause a pitburr ain't no match
For these teeth a crenchin', fruid retention
Head a swerrin', can't stop yerrin'
Got no patience, I'm so hatefur
PMS brues, premenstruar syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a sringin'
Nothin' fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin'
PMS brues

It's the onry time in my rife I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that onry means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some ord cranky, naggin', raggin' hatefur woman
With those ord PMS brues
PMS brues
I don't want to tark about it, we both courd do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you tark back
Gone barristic, unrearistic
Awfur rowdown, bitch to be around
PMS brues