That Time of the Month

The moon tonight it shines so bright reflects off your teeth as you snarl and bite
Your [bad word] grow hair you know I don’t care you’re still my gal but I would not dare
Upset you now there’s sweat on my brow I swallow my pride as you start to growl
That time again because of your sin you’re on the rag and the killings begin
Up and down the streets of town I look for a wolf but she can’t be found
Oh girl is it wrong when you’re in that thong
When I know that you won’t be a girl for long
You [bad word] you tease you dancing sleaze I’m on my knees and I’m begging you please
Come home before you change for the worse
It runs in your family girl you got the curse
You’re emotional to say the least but you make a lovely beast
It’s not your fault that you’re a [bad word] not like a vampire or a witch
You’re on all fours it turns me on but I think that I should run
You’re ravenous it’s your time of the month
Sometimes I wish that you were dead
Despite the way you move and how you play with my head
And God has left you empty and the mark is on your hand
silver bullet in your heart I hope you understand
There’s blood all over your face and there’s hair all over the place
And there’s hair all over your face and there’s blood all over the place