Bloody "girlfriends"

Guess what time is it again?
It looks a lot like strawberry jam
It doesn't taste or smell that way
Cuz it's about the "bloody hell"

The thing that happens once a month
It happens sure with every girl
We call them "girlfriends" at some times
And we get angry at those times

So I guess you have figured out just now what
I'm talking about, what I'm telling you of
This is not about love or some pretty stuff
It is pretty dirty business called...
PMS!

I'm pretty sure you can't imagine
Why I'm telling you all these stories
I don't compare this thing to love
Cuz love rally sucks much more than that

I do enjoy them at some times
I think it's not good for the times
You know with all them dressing whites
It's cool for those who marry twice

So I went one day to look at pretty faces, They weren't so much most of them wore braces. It's not enough that it was crappy day, my "girlfriends" came across the way, and I had to wear those damn white pants, so basically they turned out red, so I went straight to the bus stop to wait, but guess what's next? The bus had weight, you know what I mean - many people in there, and I had to stand, cuz there was no place, so everyone saw my "pretty" ass, thank god I got home in that day, I sat on couch and cried away, the shame I had cuz of my "friends", that's why I never buy new trends...!