Lyrics Me First and the Gimme Gimmes

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes

It's Raining on Prom Night

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 on my maiden form

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

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, rain from the skies

It's raining, tears from my eyes over you