Lyrics

PMS PMS Now is not the time to push my buttons Midnight Taco Bell Told the cashier to go to hell When she messed up my mail for the millionth time (are you serious?) I broke down at the traffic light Wagon wheel started making me cry It ain't a sad song, so I must be losing my mind There's a couple 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 (Hey, it's Priscilla, you may wanna give me a call back next week) Rethought my whole life Figured by now I should be a wife Do I send my ex a text or find a new guy? (I think I kind of miss him right now) By the end of the day, I didn't feel the same 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 PMS, pissed, moody, stressed PMS, 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 PMS, pissed, moody, stressed PMS PM-Blessed
Writer(s): Priscilla Block, Emily Kroll, Sarah Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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