Karaoké PMS Blues (live) Dolly Parton

Eve, you wicked woman you done put your curse on me

Why didn't you just leave that apple hanging 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

'Cos 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, now

Most times I'm easy goin' 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 just have to grin and say, I feel your pain

To the backs of us, uh

Oh, what else you gonna say

PMS blues, love, oh

You know you must forgive us 'cos we care not what we do

I got those can't stop crying dishes flying, PMS blues

Alright

But you know that 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, uh

We're going to always be a heap of fun

Huh huh

Like the devil taking over my body

Suffering, suffering, suffering

Everybody's suffering, 'cos

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to

Lest he be called a chauvinist or just fall victim to

Those PMS blues

You know we'd kill for less than that

Blues, oh oh

You don't want to cross my path 'cos a pit bull ain't no match

For these teeth a clenching fluid retention

Head a-swelling can't stop yelling

Got no patience

I'm so hateful

PMS blues

Premenstrual syndrome

Got those moods a-swinging tears a-slinging

Nothing fits me when it hits me

Rantin', ravin' misbehavin'

PMS blues

Can I get a witness

You, women want a witness

Oh, tell it, sister

Tell it, sister

It's only you know how

You, men want a witness

Oh, tell it, brothers

Tell it 'cos you sure know what I'm talking about

You, little kids you want a witness

You wanna talk about that mean old devil mama of yours

I say to kids

You, mama, stay out of this

You done enough to them kids already

Come on, kids, witness just stay with your friend Dolly

It's the only time in my life

I ever think about a-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, nagging ragging hateful woman

With those old

PMS blues

PMS blues

I don't want to talk about it we both could do without it

I got those treat your kids bad don't you talk back

Gone ballistic, unrealistic

Awful lowdown bitch to be around

PMS blues

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Oh, what are you lookin' at

Blues