I was deprived of a young girl's dream By the cruel force of nature from the blue Instead of a night full of romance supreme All I got was a running nose and Aegeatic flu
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess It's running all over my taffeta dress It's wilting the quilting in my maiden form And mascara flows right down my nose because of the storm
I don't even have a corsage, oh gee It fell down a sewer with my sister's ID
(talking) Yes, it's raining on prom night. Oh my darling, what can I do? I miss you. It's raining real rain from the skies and it's draining real menstrual blood from my thighs, over you, oh over you. Oh dear god, make him feel the same way I do right now. He'll never want to see me again...
What can I do? It's raining, raining from the skies It's raining tears from my eyes over you Oooooow, raining from the skies over you
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