Pms

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!