It´s so hard to amuse you When your monthly bipolarity comes In a second we´re kissing, we´re loving, we´re good And all of sudden you´re in a different mood
Kicking me out of the bed Screaming and cursing me as if i have Done something to you that was so filthy and cruel When all that i wanted was to be with you
But that´s ok I´ll try to adapt And learn to accept That all this blood pressure Must have fucked up your head - pms!
