When life comes down to a sharp point Onto the head of a pin Something relieves the pressure And the cycle begins All the ladies run to the barstools Anticipation grows Mother nature adds the ingredients The women sip it slow One day God had to get off his ass He had to walk to the kitchen and get his own glass To this glass he had to pour his own booze For this, his woman had to pay the dues Now all women must pay this terrible bill That arrives every month against their will A crescent hang over, half-irritated smirk Full migraine cramps, and Maxi-pads don't work! Have another round now Complete the recipe All your pain and anger Wash into a crimson sea He who filled your ocean Sinks not but bobs afloat Your sweet menstruation Will capsize his boat Don't you think it's scary Life's a Bloody Mary Blood and alcohol Makes you think that nothing's wrong Howling at the moon When the wolf bane blooms Raise your glass and toast To the thing that hurts you most Drink hard drink deep! When life comes down to a sharp point Onto the head of a pin Something relieves the pressure And the cycle begins All the ladies run to the barstools Anticipation grows Mother nature adds the ingredients The women sip it slow Concentrated into a liquid state Released out of a spigot, the tampon awaits Flowing out of the nozzle and into your cup Although you've had too much, it's bottoms up Every woman's got a secret with Mother Sun Saying we'll meet same time same place next month We'll drink till dawn and we'll reminisce And we'll bleed for each other with no remiss Have another round now Complete the recipe All your pain and anger Wash into a crimson sea He who filled your ocean Sinks not but bobs afloat Your sweet menstruation Will capsize his boat Don't you think it's scary Life's a Bloody Mary Blood and alcohol Makes you think that nothing's wrong Howling at the moon When the wolf bane blooms Raise your glass and toast To the thing that hurts you most Drink hard drink deep! Excuse me bartender, fill it to the rim And fetch me a sanitary napkin To wipe off what's dribblin' down my chin And forget about the troubles of this month's sin Every girl washes out the month's bad times By flushing her cares out into her panty liners Tabasco sauce stings the memories No release Dreadfully eternal The stain of tomato juice Never understand why Your crotch is singin' the blues Stirring up emotion With a celery stick Sickening combination Your blender loves to mix
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