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