The man, and the woman with PMT,
Had a picnic with clear blue skies.
They took some chocolate,
Yes, plenty of chocolate
And tissue in case she cries.

The man breathed deep and tried not to weep,
And sang as he eyed the knife,
"O lovely lady, O lady, so sweet,
I would love you to be my wife,
My wife,
My wife!
I would love you to be my wife!"

Woman said to the man, "Yesterday you ran,
When mentioned about a ring!
Oh! What are you doing?
The others are queuing
To look upon what you did sing!"

They sat and ate, she awaited a date,
Of the time when they would be wed.
And there he did sit, he looked such a twit,
Only wanted to get her in bed,
In bed,
In bed,
Only wanted to get her in bed.

"Dear man, have I scared you with this nice new hairdo,
And talk," sneered the woman, "of bliss?"
She could see he was scared, as he watched as she dared
To pick up the breadknife, with a hiss.

He looked surprised, as deep in her eyes,
He saw there, declaration of war.
And step by step, she did ruin his rep
And his manhood, it was no more,
No more,
No more,
And his manhood, it was no more.

Conclusion :

When wanting relieving, don't go on believing
That any old line gets you that.
When she has PMT there's no telling, you see,
Your dick could end up as a hat,
A hat,
A hat,
Your dick could end up as a hat.