Priscilla Block – Pms Lyrics

Midnight Taco Bell,
Told the cashier to go to hell
When she messed up my meal for the millionth time
I broke down at the traffic light,
“Wagon Wheel” started making me cry
Ain’t a sad song, so I must be losing my mind
There’s a couple of ways this could be explained
Mother Nature showed up late
Well it turns out, I ain’t pregnant
I don’t need an antidepressant
Tears ain’t the only thing flowing
And by the way things are going
The moods will be swinging
I’ll be mad as hell for no reason
I need seven days to go a little crazy
And be a big hot mess, with PMS
Re-thought my whole life,
Figured by now I’d be a wife
Should I send my ex a text, or find a new guy
There’s a couple of ways this could be explained
Mother Nature showed up late
Well it turns out, I ain’t pregnant
I don’t need an antidepressant
Tears ain’t the only thing flowing
And by the way things are going
The moods will be swinging
I’ll be mad as hell for no reason
I need seven days to go a little crazy
And be a big hot mess, with PMS
P M S
Pissed Moody Stressed
P M S
Pain Midol Sweats
Well it turns out, I ain’t pregnant
I don’t need an antidepressant
Tears ain’t the only thing flowing
And by the way things are going
The moods will be swinging
I’ll be mad as hell for no reason
I need seven days to go a little crazy
And be a big hot mess, with PMS
P M S
Pissed Moody Stressed
P M Blessed