Dolly Parton - PMS Blues lyrics
Dolly Parton [Dolly Rebecca Parton] Pittman Center, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dolly Parton - PMS Blues lyrics]
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
'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 chauvinist
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 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 fit's me when it hit's me
Rantin', raving, misbehaving, 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, 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
Got those treat your kids bad
Don't you talk back
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around, PMS blues
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
'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 chauvinist
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 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 fit's me when it hit's me
Rantin', raving, misbehaving, 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, 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
Got those treat your kids bad
Don't you talk back
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be around, PMS blues