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