Pms Blues

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You make us hate our husbands, our 
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lovers and our boss
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Why I can't even count the good 
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friends I've already lost


[Chourus 1]
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Cause of PMS blues, PMS blues
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I don't even like myself, but it's 
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something I can't help
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Got those God almighty, slap 
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somebody PMS blues


[Verse 2]
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Most times I'm easy going, some say 
I'm good as gold
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But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn 
mean and cold
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Those not afflicted with it are 
affected just the same
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You poor old men didn't have to 
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grin and say "I feel your pain"


[Chorus 2]
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PMS blues (Well what else you gonna 
say?)
D7       A7
PMS blues
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You know you must forgive us for we
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 care not what we do
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I got those can't stop crying, 
 D7            E7        A7
dishes flying PMS blues


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[Bridge]
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But you know we can't help it
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We don't even know the cause
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But as soon as this part's over, 
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then comes the menopause


[Solo]
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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?


[Verse 3]
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But a woman had to write this song, 
a man would be scared to
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Lest he be called a chauvenist or 
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just fall victim to


[Chorus 3]
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Those PMS blues (You know we'd kill 
for less than that)
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PMS blues
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You don't wanna cross my path
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Cause a pitbull ain't no match
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For these teeth a clenchin', fluid 
retention
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Head a swellin', can't stop yellin'
A7               D7
Got no patience, I'm so hateful
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PMS blues (pre-menstrual syndrome!)
          A7                D7
Got those moods a swingin', tears a 
slingin'
A7              D7
Nothin' fits me when it hits me
A7               D7
Rantin', ravin', misbehavin'
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P-M-S ... blues

N.C. (spoken)
It's the only time in my life I ever
 think about wishing I'd'a 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
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With those old PMS blues
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PMS blues
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I don't wanna talk about it, we both
 could do without it
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Got those treat your kids bad, don't
 you talk back
A7              D7
Gone ballistic, unrealistic
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Awful lowdown, bitch to be around
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P-M-S... blues