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