She's fallen to the Communists

She's ill, with a weary head,
She's ill, she's on her pe-ri-od.

She's horny as fuck but doesn't want to shag,
This time of the month is starting to drag.

Sitting on the sofa eating chocolate and watching 'Friends'
Her menstral cycle is now cycling me around the bend.

She's not that ill, not like when I had that caugh,
I know it hurts but she could at least wank me off!

She's angry again so I exit the room,
I creep out just like the lining of her womb.

Once again she goes too nuts to mention,
when I said "So is a blow-job out of the question?"