A person dealing with an unborn life
Like a killer holding a knife
A knife up to someone's naked belly
So why don't you tell me
Tell me what you are to do
Do about this little unborn life in your stomach without a clue
No clue about it's mother thinking about taking it away
I'm not sure this is the right way
The right way to deal with the mistake you think you made when you didn't use protection
Protection against a selection
A selection of being safe and right
For a future that looked to be bright
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