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.