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P.M.S. and woman spoke...(What He heard) I'm P.M.S.-ing so leave me alone, I might have felt better; if I’d just stayed home. The cramps have me hurting in stomach and side, I can be a bitch so you might run and hide. Midol don’t help though it claims that it will, So back off sucker…I’m subject to kill. Watch what you say and don’t rock the boat, I’ll bite off your head and jump down your throat. Just a few days then back to sweet me, Until that time …Just friggin leave! This time of the month you can’t understand, What a woman goes through…You’re only a man. |
Additional Notes:
I wrote this at the beach as a satire for a friend who was in fack going through this (I was the "He")
"Ladies" dont take this personnal unless it fits!!!
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