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2d
I came home
(Lip stick on your collar!)
she got trite
(hootin' and a holler, holler!)
I know I'm right!
(Please, don't even bother!)
I don't want to fight.
(Well tell that to your lover!)

She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
she's hysterical
she needs a medical

You really think
(I'd like to think I do...)
That you're the only one?
(Please, say it's not true)
Because I am all man too
(And all a rat)
Is this what you want to do?
(Don't grab me like that!)

She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
she's hysterical
she needs a medical

Screaming like a banshee until I can't hear
It's not her time of the month it's her time of the year
Why can't she get it through her one good ear?
If she doesn't like it, she can get outta here.

She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
she's hysterical
she needs a medical
Inspired by the "disease" hysteria which husbands would use to have their wives committed.
Written by
SinkingStonesInShallows  35/F/U.S.A
(35/F/U.S.A)   
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