Pms

It's not that men are totally blind It's just that we can't see most of the time Focusing mainly on I, me and don't forget mine In our mess of a head it's so hard to find What it is that women really do want With all of the does along with all of the dont's Maybe what we really need is a special font To help us clueless men move right along In the right direction so we don't have to guess Then life wouldn't be such a crazy mess You'd get much more out of us than much more of less Avoiding much of the misery of your P.M.S. Now that I being a real man have brought it up Spilling the wine out of the loving cup Haven't you heard that idea raised way to much From most of us men that don't know enough Well I want you to know that your not alone P.M.S. once inside tends to grow and grow Just try your best to let it go Because... P.M.S. for those not in the know Is short for Pre Murder Syndrome