Pms Blues — текст песни (Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn`t you just leave that apple hangin` 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 chauvenist 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 pitbull ain`t no match
For these teeth a clenchin`, fluid retention
Head a swellin`, can`t stop yellin`
Got no patience, I`m so hateful
PMS blues, premenstrual syndrome
Got those moods a swingin`, tears a slingin`
Nothin` fits me when it hits me
Rantin`, ravin`, misbehavin`
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, naggin`, raggin` 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