BOB RIVERS


P.m.s. Lyrics

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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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