It's that time of the month and I dread it so much
She brings it close to me and I dont want to touch
When I wake up, its the last thing I want to see
It's the colour of that moses parted sea
It's torturous, I hate it, I can't stand this monthly cycle thing
It gets dealt with then comes back,I call it the recycle sting
Most men hate it and its the women, that have to deal with it
I hand her some money and ask her to get rid of it
I know it sounds bad and insensitive of me
But I just cant be asked and sanity doesn't seem to come free
She tries to block it but it always finds a way through
It's that stop light colour but makes everyone feel blue
Comes around once a month
And it never gets better
And I'll despise it forever
That, RED...LATE...PAYMENT...LETTER!!
