You can’t call this shit PMS 

I’m not ovulating yet 

You think you know what hormones do 

Enlighten me, clean up my mess 

 

It turns out I had more T than you did 

Time, tolerance, and cool shit 

That’s where I mess up, I suppose 

I’m just chock full of testosterone 

 

Always in the mood 

No wonder why I’m screwed 

Too bad you couldn’t read the room 

Don’t you think I know what hotels are for, too 

 

It turns out I had more T than you did 

Time, tolerance, and cool shit 

That’s where I mess up, I suppose 

I’m just chock full of libido 

 

What if I set everything I touched on fire 

Does that also count as cute 

I hate the heat because I’m always hot and 

I think I always hated you 

 

It turns out I had more T than you ever could 

No wonder I paid for the food 

That’s where I messed up, when I swore I never would 

Even if I’m always in the mood 

 

It turns out I had more T than you did 

Time, tolerance, and taste, and cool shit 

That’s why I’m still so much better off 

Even though I’m chock full of it