End of the Month

You can tell by the smell that she isn't feelin' well
As the end of the month rolls around
You can guess it's a mess, down there underneath her dress
As the end of the month rolls around
So hi hi hey
Whatcha gotta say?
Shout out your orders loud and clear
We've go super, regular and large
We've got rags to fit a barge
As the end of the month rolls around
You can bet it ain't sweat, when her underwear is wet
As the end of the month rolls around
You can tell that it itches, by the way she always bitches
As the end of the month rolls around
So hi hi hey
Whatcha gotta say?
Shout out your orders loud and clear
We've go super, regular and large
We've got rags to fit a barge
As the end of the month rolls around
She gets stiff, when they sniff, but the dogs thinks it's "terrif"
As the end of the month rolls around
You can tell by the stink, she isn't in the pink
As the end of the month rolls around
Yeah, but it's great
When your favourite date, calls you up
And says "honey, my period ain't late"
As the end of, as the end of the month rolls around