she's on the rag

every girl in the world has feminine needs

every day of the month a vagina bleeds

every man has balls filled with his seed

seeking out every hole is vagina greed

she didn't want to disappointment me

she couldn't bear to tell the truth

she didn't want to ruin the moment

she had to fuck someone in the group

now there's blood on my hands

blood on my face

blood on my dick

all over the place

now i know

she's on the rag

every dude wants to fuck whenever he can

you can't blame a dude

cause a dude is a man

any man will admit it's a little sick

when it looks like a murder scene all over his dick

i didn't see the signs a showing

or the visit from auntie flo

she was on her knees and blowing

and i was 4 fingers deep in a camel toe

now there's blood on the walls

blood on the lamps

blood on the roadies

blood on the amps

now we know. she's on the rag

she's on the rag but the whole band got inside

wish we would have known she was riding the crimson tide

so the next time you got a chance to get inside

make sure she ain't on the cotton pony ride

she'll soil your sheets and she'll spoil your pride

having period on your face

ain't very dignified

who wants blood on your cock

blood on your balls

flowing like a bloody niagara falls

run away man. she's on the rag

she'll get that blood on your dong

blood on your car

blood on your brand new kramer guitar

better get it tested

she's on the rag

better not wear white pants next time

baby