Time of the Month
Written by Tommy Atkins
Well, every last Friday, lord, I’m cashing a check
Looking at my balance with a hankerin’ to spend
Buying silly things and I’m painting the town
Eating fancy dinners and I’m Uberin’ around
Buying rounds of beer for nearly everyone
Good lordy, mama, this time of the month
Well, by the fifteenth, lord, I’m scratching my head
Wonderin’ how my bank account is back in the red
By the time I pay the bills and settle the rent
I realise I ain’t got a penny to spend (shit!)
Get my panties in a big ol’ bunch
Good lordy, mama, this time of the month…
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This time of the month
I’m paying the price for getting too high
And having myself a damn good
Time of the month
That money would stretch with self-restraint
Oh, but I never learn, so here we go again…
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Now I’m mine-sweeping half-drunk beers at the bar
Ignoring every light on the dash of my car
Wearing shiny clothes but I’m the hiding the tags
‘Cuz come Monday morning I’ll be taking them back
Ballin’ on a budget and I’m packing a lunch
Good lordy, mama, this time of the month, ow, ow, ow, ow!
This time of the month
I’m paying the price for getting too high
And having myself a damn good
Time of the month
The money would stretch with self-restraint
Oh, but I never learn, so here we go again…
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‘Cuz finally it’s Friday and I’m cashing a check
Looking at my balance with a hankerin’ to spend
Buying silly things and I’m painting the town
Eating fancy dinners and Uberin’ around
Buying rounds of beer for nearly everyone
Good lordy, mama, this time of the month
Good lordy, mama, this time of the month
Good lordy, mama, this time of the month